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| I reached out to you Without caution without care I wanted to heal the wounds I made Remove the hurt that's there I say that I'm sorry Filled with regret But you'll never forgive me And never let me forget I just can't stay here My own Gethsemane I have to go on And leave this piece of me My arm has grown tired My hand heavy-laden And I have to leave you lying here My tainted perfect maiden No more will this heart cry out No longer will I lament No more tears will fall for you Now I've said all I've meant I hate what it's become I hate how it will end But you opened the door And I'll leave like I came in By: J.R. Alexander |
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