…that I couldn’t stay.
…that he had to have his say.
…that no one understood,
that I had to run away.
I’m sorry…
…I never told you.
…I never turned him in.
…I didn’t know the difference,
of letting someone in.
I’m sorry…
…that now you’re suffering.
…that no one there is buffering.
…that now you understand,
the excuses and the lying.
I’m sorry…
…I wasn’t stronger.
…I couldn’t hold your hand.
…I needed to find my own way,
back to never never land.
I’m sorry…
…that now I’m gone.
…that I can’t sing you the song,
that kept you safe,
from all this wrong.
And I’m sorry…
…I just couldn’t go on.
Be strong,
my little one.
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