I hate some things I’ve done; I almost died
But you should know for every one I’ve cried
I hate that I have hurt your tender heart
But you should know your love conveyed the part
beyond the medicine I took by pill
Your love was in my heart; it’s in there still
forgive me for the darkness I displayed
and holding back what should have been conveyed
what should have been conveyed by me to you
was gratitude and love, contrite and true
I have them still and never will I cease
displaying them, like you, they bring me peace
And if there’s ever more that you should need
I’ll lose myself in finishing the deed.

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