I've made the mistake
of being too compassionate
it came with a price
I've made the mistake
of forgiving you
and you were cold as ice
and when i think back
I was constantly frustrated
confronted on rumored affairs
you'd stutter and hesitated
I carried the torch
and wanted to move forward
but that wasn't likely
you kept us moving back
why did I fall so early?
I took a chance with love
not knowing i'd invite in the pain
Got me good i feel ashamed, shame
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