Forgive my misguided ways
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
For this I don't deserve you
Although I'll always love
My dear sweet AmberDawn
Though it is I'm not enough
I've touched your precious heart
With something made of fear
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
For this I don't deserve you
Although I'll always love
My dear sweet AmberDawn
Though it is I'm not enough
I've touched your precious heart
With something made of fear
I never meant to reduce
Your beauty down to tears
I need you so much more
I need you so much more
Than you may ever know
For everything I swear
I won't let you be alone
I'll spend my life to make
For everything I swear
I won't let you be alone
I'll spend my life to make
This wrong to what is right
For every drop of tear
You've cried into the night
I love you AmberDawn
And that will never change
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
I love you AmberDawn
And that will never change
I cry because I've hurt you
Please don't say it's okay
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