I've made so many mistakes, dear,
I've earned your distrust.
I've lied and sinned and stolen,
And now I'm covered in thick rust.
I know you don't believe a word I say,
But what I whisper now is true.
I'll stay by your side till you wish me away,
Then I'll wither without you.
I kept away from you before,
For fear of you catching my plague.
But I realized that the distance
Didn't make the disease fade.
Because you had already caught it,
And it wasn't a disease at all.
It was the love that connected us,
And without it we would fall.
I have a lot of scars, dear,
I'm fraying, made of hem.
I've made so many mistakes, I know,
But you weren't one of them.
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