I stood there with my hands on my head.
I carried my shame, in my bed.
He never looked at me in the same way again.
Whatever, I did wrong came to an end.
I lost the most beautiful soul, for my greed.
Now I look at myself in a mirror, and my heart, it did bleed.
He said he could never love a woman like me.
Then he set out love, free.
I can't even love myself, I am so full of doubt.
The problems that I created, I did it on my own.
I don't know how to love, I'm used to being alone.
If I could take back, what I did wrong, I would do it in a heart beat.
All my wrong doing's are on my bed sheets.
Love doesn't come easy to me.
So I just let it bleed.
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