Forgive me my dear
I didn't mean to hurt you
Desperately hold on to you
Like I always do
Forget me, my dear
I'm not good for you
Pollute you like a drop of ink that falls intor water
And now I'm waiting for the devil to hold me
But I can't erase you
Rooted in my soul
Don't call the drought
Or I'll stop to bloom
I'm sorry my dear
What are you talking about?
Hopelessly falling for you
Like I always do
Don't worry my dear
Noone's too good for me
Don't stop to pollute me
'Cause you're the picture under my skin
And now I'm waiting for the devil to hold me
But I can't erase you
Rooted in my soul
Don't call the drought
Or I'll stop to bloom
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