I�ve made a list of things I�ve done,
That are shallow and hard to swallow,
These are my crimes,
And I am ashamed of what is about to follow,
I consider all these crimes,
As part of growing into an adult,
But part of being an adult,
Is knowing I�m at fault,
Part of knowing I�m at fault,
Is knowing what I�ve done,
These things will stay with me,
No matter how far I run,
I�ve chosen popularity,
Over my real friends,
I�ve tried so hard to be cool,
I�ve forgotten the message that sends,
I�ve rejected people,
Who are just like me,
I�ve walked away,
Without taking time to see,
I�ve harmed many people,
And forgotten they where my brothers,
But most of all,
I�ve complained about being treated the way I treat others.