I don’t want to keep apologizing, for things we both know I should do, for promises I mean and make, yet so easily renege on andbreak, for passions I bellow and moan about just to turn around with excuses and shout. I’m sorry, I meant to, I really did. I guess I lost my will. But Iforbid this meek reason to be the cause of us breakingup. I love you, it means more than words to me to tell you that I love you. Blank canvas, I thought of you all day And it shreds me to think of snowy Sundays, without you by my side, to pick up the pieces of my imagination.
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