Sometime In June

I'm always embarrassed
And I'm always ashamed of
Adolescent me
I was pretty mean
And not so nice
Intolerance just was my vice
And now it's hurting me
Grew up in the wrong crowd
Things funny then
Aren't funny now
And it's so embarrassing
I think of slitting my wrists
But that may no longer exist
I wanna bury her deep in the ground
So why was that me
'Cause now I'm picking up my own debris