I 'm sorry

I'm sorry for the things that I said, Angry thoughts were in my head, I could not sleep when I went to bed, Thinking about the things you said. Please could we call a truce, Its unlike me to give abuce, But I sort of blew my fuse, I'm sorry could we call a truce. It was my night off and I'd had a drink, About your words I started to think, Then my feelings began to sink, When I'm upset I shouldn't drink, Maybe I am quite immature, Young at heart thats for sure, Your words made me feel insecure, But I am me quite immature. I will try not to be so sensitive, And use the advice that you give, I really hope you can forgive, I will try not to be so sensitive.