An apology.
With my policy.
You can't brace yourself.
Cause I know myself.
Nights of missing me there.
Prayers, praying that it ain't fair.
Hours of therapy.
From being hurt by me.
But it'd still be less.
And that makes no sense.
And there's no defense.
Nights of missing me there.
Prayers, praying that it ain't fair.
Hours of therapy.
From being hurt by me.
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