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Please, forgive me.

How could I treat her so bad?
I thought I was a kind type of lad.
How could I do that to her?
I look at myself, and I'm not sure.
There is no way she could forgive,
And I can't either as long as I live.

I ruined what we had,
And am now very sad,
But she still seems to smile
Mile after unsure mile.

Maybe she knows in the end it will be fine,
And maybe eventually we'll again walk the same line.
I hope that time is soon, and once again with glee,
We will walk again as one, because she is me.