My mouth is sometimes on its own
No matter what I think or want
For things it says I stay alone
For things they hear they hate me hot
I have no means to keep it shut
For all that it has said is true
The truth is something I cannot
Handle without being fool
Forgive me, Lady, I have sinned
By putting friendship on the line
I hope I could be soon redeemed
I’ll never cross again the line
sorry
© Copyright: Litnevecki, 2002
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