Tekster: Alanis Morissette. Feast On Scraps. Sorry to Myself.

For hearing all my doubts so selectively
For continuing my numbing relentlessly
For helping you and myself, not even considering
For beating myself up and over functioning

To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No one?s been crueler than I've been to me

For letting you decide if I indeed was desirable
For myself love being so embarrassingly conditional
For denying myself to somehow make us compatible
For trying to fit a rectangle into a hall

To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No one?s been crueler than I've been to me

I'm sorry to myself
My apologies begin here before everybody else
I'm sorry to myself
For treating me worse than I would anybody else

For blaming myself for your unhappiness
And for my impatience when I was perfect where I was
Ignoring all the signs that I was not ready
And expecting myself to be where you wanted me to be

To whom do I owe the first apology?
No one?s been crueler than I've been to me

And I?m sorry to myself
My apologies begin here before everybody else
I?m sorry to myself
For treating me worse than I would anybody else

Well, I wonder which crime is the biggest
Forgetting you or forgetting myself
Had I heeded the wisdom of the latter
I would've naturally loved the former

For ignoring you, my highest voices
For smiling when my strife was all too obvious
For being so disassociated from my body
And not letting go when it would've been the kindest thing

To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No one?s been crueler than I've been to me

And I?m sorry to myself
My apologies begin here before everybody else
I?m sorry to myself
For treating me worse than I would anybody else

I?m sorry to myself
My apologies begin here before everybody else
I?m sorry to myself
For treating me worse than I would anybody else