My apology, by Melania Trump

And today, imagine all the people: I’m picking up good vibrations; they’re sending me the excitations. It felt so wrong; it felt so right. They put their hands up, they’re playing my song, the butterflies fly away!

And it’s just like the ocean, under the moon! That’s the same as the emotion that I get from you!

But now everything is broken. It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside; I’m not one of those who can easily hide.

And mama said there’d be days like this. “There’ll be days like this,” my mama said.

My job’s a joke, I’m broke; my love life’s D.O.A.

But when I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom: “It’s hard to be humble when you stuntin’ on a Jumbotron.”

So: Please forgive me, I know not what I do.

Please believe me, every word I say is true.

Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through.

Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.

I know—I know!—that I let you down. Is it too late to say sorry now?

Straight Outta Compton,
Melania Trump