For what I did to you, girl,
I didn't realize the pains in you,
I didn't appreciate what you devoted for me,
I didn't recognize your true feelings,
I was wrong, oh yes, I was wrong,
To think that I was right,
To think that you were wrong,
All the time.
For what I did to you, girl,
Your love was something valueless to me,
Your tears were meaningless to me,
When you cried,
For the wrongs that I had committed,
I didn't see it,
I didn't feel the pains you felt,
All the time.
For what I did to you, girl,
I didn't know what it meant,
When you said love had tortured you,
Now, I realize how much it pained you,
Now, you say it's too late to apologize,
We know that sometimes people do wrongs,
Let me not repeat them at all,
I promise you.
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