I do not understand this compulsion of some, particularly those in authority, to constantly apologize, even when apologizing for something they, personally, did not do. Why this sudden effusion of regret?

I don’t keep track of my regrets
Not even when the tension gets
So high that I can’t stand the pain
I stay composed, that much is plain
Except of course for those that keep
Me up all night and cannot  sleep
But those regrets are always small
Not worth a mention, not at all
Except for those that sometimes loom
As ghastly shadows in my room
That cause a haunting, daunting doom
And trembles come in darkened gloom
As thoughts of what I once thought hid
Or worse of thoughts of what I did
Back in the day when I was  young
And not like now, so highly strung
That every tittle, every jot
Of word and thought I had forgot
Comes flooding in like thundering tide
And drowning with no place to hide
I lie awake and count the ways
That wrong decisions always pays
In coin of loathing and despair
In spite of which I do declare
That I’m as certain as it gets
That I, thank God, have no regrets

I do not understand this compulsion of some, particularly those in authority, to constantly apologize, even when apologizing for something they, personally, did not do. Why this sudden effusion of regret?

I don’t keep track of my regrets
Not even when the tension gets
So high that I can’t stand the pain
I stay composed, that much is plain
Except of course for those that keep
Me up all night and cannot  sleep
But those regrets are always small
Not worth a mention, not at all
Except for those that sometimes loom
As ghastly shadows in my room
That cause a haunting, daunting doom
And trembles come in darkened gloom
As thoughts of what I once thought hid
Or worse of thoughts of what I did
Back in the day when I was  young
And not like now, so highly strung
That every tittle, every jot
Of word and thought I had forgot
Comes flooding in like thundering tide
And drowning with no place to hide
I lie awake and count the ways
That wrong decisions always pays
In coin of loathing and despair
In spite of which I do declare
That I’m as certain as it gets
That I, thank God, have no regrets