Yes, I am guilty
Yes, I am sorry
But no time for apologies
Let's make things better in this world
Let's start here right now
Let me start with you
Let bygones be bygones
forgive me, myself I do
let go of the past
the old me
the stories
the mirror image
the reflection
let it all go
I forgive you too
For you held my image so tight
Spit me out instead of fight
Never tell me
Never tell me
If you never tell me
How will I know?
So, yes I am guilty
But I see you in me
I can't make it right
If you don't see the light
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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