No means of apology could be used
For the hurt I put in your soul
I know it's my fault
For making your heart disputes
I tried to mark a distance
Yet things didn't get too good
I don't know what it was
Until you left me for good
Still I want to make it whole
Shall we get a hold?
For the hurt I put in your soul
I know it's my fault
For making your heart disputes
I tried to mark a distance
Yet things didn't get too good
I don't know what it was
Until you left me for good
Still I want to make it whole
Shall we get a hold?
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