I know I made a mistake, |
but I said I was sorry- |
because I am sorry. |
Believe me, |
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for if I could change what I did, |
then I would,- |
but I can't.
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I know that I'm not perfect. |
I know I've made mistakes. |
But I do try to be perfect, I do. |
But then I falter, |
and I fall from my steeple, |
losing my right, |
to be a paragon of virtue.
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But as I fall from my state of grace |
I recognize the mistake I made |
and I seek, no beg- |
for redemption- |
A liberty that you won't allow me.
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My cries go unanswered |
as I attempt to bear the pain, |
of being less than good enough, |
even though I know of my mistake |
and will never make it again. |
But that's not good enough, |
for once was once too many. |
And so my cries go unanswered, |
falling upon dead ears |
or an unresponding mouth.
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And your silence bites deeply into me, |
more than any words that you could have spoken. |
I have suffered more painful wounds in past, |
but never wounds so deep. |
You can't see the blood, |
it's there, though you can't see it. |
You could if you looked, |
but you don't, you look away- |
because I'm not worthy of being looked upon. |
So the blood that falls escapes your vision, |
and you're blind to the tears that blur my sight.
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And as you turn away, |
I turn away too. |
For the silence that you have left me in |
tears me apart, eating away at my insides, |
and removing me from the world |
that I'm not worthy enough to be in, |
the world where I shall remain, |
forever unforgiven. |
Farewell.
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