A boy on his bed with tears on his face
Sadness built in his heart for causing such disgrace
A day before two months, he made it all go to hell
Now he sits and crys Hoping it can all end well
He says that hes sorry
He hopes she can forgive
but without her in his life
its impossible to live
So baby I ask you will you plz call me
Because without hearing your voice I will just
continue bawling
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