These excuses, excuses
They fill up the void
Of the things you can't say
Things you'd rather avoid
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I'm sorry. my dearest
For I can't take back
The things I have told you
Yet still shouldn't have
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I have this compulsion
A problem, it is
To let it all out
I have to, you're it
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It's the price I pay
To be close to you
You're the only one
I could ever talk to
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Spill out the thoughts?
To you, I do.
My emotions are rotting
Because I have hurt you.
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Begging forgiveness,
It's true, it's true.