- I'm sorry that I could not be ... |
I can speak about tha pain, you know.
What you say you didn't see.
I can show you all my scars you know.
The ones I keep inside of me.
Would that make it easier? Or would it be the same?
I can tell you about the times you know.
When I wish to leave this world.
I can show you the letters I wrote.
Of the words you say you never herd.
- I'm sorry that I could not be, as perfect as you wanted me.
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