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Hurt you


I can't count the times,

 

I hurt you yesterday's night,

 

I was irritated and furious,

 

call you all the things that i shouldn't mean!

 

Now I'm here begging for forgiveness,

 

Because my love,

 

I can't live another second without you.

 

I'm sorry,

 

I'm sorry for the selfish self of mine.

 

You always cheered me up,

 

You always been there with me, 

 

and now I'm asking you again,

 

to help me live,

 

to forgive me,

 

and give me your love.

 

I need your love,

 

and I'm sorry my love. 

 

 

~yamuka

 

 

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