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We were so perfect
and ever so true;
every moment was happy
when I was with you.

you were the best thing
that I’d ever known,
and I couldn’t believe
all the love that you’d shown.

I didn’t think I deserved it,
all the love you gave;
I put on a mask
because I was afraid.

I was so worried
you wouldn’t like me,
I became someone else,
and that’s all you could see.

The biggest mistake
that I ever made
was to give into fear
and let it push you away.

We started fighting,
and I couldn’t see why;
it wasn’t working,
and I watched you die.

I was too selfish
to assume I was wrong;
I was so different,
my real self was gone.

Too blind to see it,
I tried to fix you;
I tore you apart,
I didn’t know what to do.

I couldn’t understand
why it wouldn’t work,
frustrated us both,
both ended up hurt.

You worshipped me so,
couldn’t point out my wrong,
as I slowly lost you,
you felt you didn’t belong.

You played out your love,
you couldn’t take anymore,
you lost all your feelings,
and I felt ignored.

A shock made me see
just what I had done;
I’m about to lose you,
and I feel so alone.

I’m not angry at you,
and I take all the blame;
I took you for granted,
played a stupid game.

Everything you were doing,
and I refused to see
all the wonderful things
that you did for me.

I just asked for more
proofs of your love;
didn’t appreciate
what you were made of.

Now it might be too late,
and I understand why,
but I’m so sad,
that I just want to cry.

I have all the memories
played back in my mind;
I want to apologize,
but there’s not enough time.

Now I’ve one thing to ask
of my god of love,
this one more last chance,
‘cause I know it’s enough.

I send all my prayers
that you give me this try
to take all my wrongs
and make them all right.

I know now it’s different,
because now it’s me;
I’m back to myself now,
I want you to see.

It may be too late,
but I really hope not,
I’m waiting this two weeks
for you to give it thought.

I hope you remember
what we really are;
I love you so much,
and I’m trying so hard.

I ask for forgiveness,
though the blame is all mine;
please don’t let this be
our final goodbye.


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