I DON’T KNOW

I don’t know why I use this word so many times
Its become a part of me,, yet unacceptable in his lines,
He’s family since a long time now, I agree I sometimes disown,
Yet I keep coming back, with regret and full of moan

I don’t know what I’m gonna be doing in a year from now
What lifes got in store for me, I can just bow
I don’t know what it is that’ll keep me alive,
And help me get over this ugliness of life,

Im sorry are another two words, which I use too often,
For promises I didn’t keep, and faltered till they got rotten,
I expect it all the time, for him to understand,
Forgive me even when I bumble and take an unreasonable stand

I don’t know why I use these words so many times
Sorry I forgot to mention “I forgot” is one of the lines
I confess it’s the answer to most of his questions,
Telling him I got busy in my very own notions

Im trying to recall what happened in this one situation
I don’t know why I said “Sorry I forgot to mention”
He questioned me about something, I should have left a tag,
The fact that I wrote everything in a letter kept in his bag.