Dama Tristeza (8-24-93 approx.11PM / Queens, NYC, NY)
I Made a Mistake
I'm tired of wakin' up
To this same story.
Life's h*ll, I hate
But there's no glory.
What would I give
If you really believed I was sorry?
And I can hardly believe my fate,
But it's slapping me in the face.
There's just nothing I wouldn't give...
But what's done is done.
That's the way that it is.
Now I'm asking you for this:
A second chance, just to prove I'm different.
(Written sometime between June and July 2007)
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