He will never know just how much I care.
We share that same tattoo that reveals a scarred past.
He stops be to see me and I can't help but stare.
Now I'm scared that he's forgotten me since we've talked last.
I'm sorry. So sorry.
I should have kept quiet.
I'm sorry, so sorry, but inside me there's a riot.
I cry every night because I'm scared you'll go away.
I'm fearful of your goodbye when I wake up each day.
And I am so very sorry.
Please don't walk away from me.
I'm one thousand times sorry.
Please forgive me.

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Another Look
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