Life is a cruel, twisting Vice,
You have to be mean, or you have to be Nice.
And I was bad, I chose the wrong Road,
Is there any chance to redeem for my Loathe?
I know I don’t deserve the Chance,
Another hope of Life’s Dance.
But I still ask, and grovel, and Plead,
I’ll do anything, hurt, break, and Bleed.
I know I’ve done wrong in the Past,
But that was before, that was my Last.
Or so I can hope, or so I can Pray,
I never can see what I could do each Day.
But I come here, trying my Best,
All I ask is that you don’t Detest.
For here I come, broken and Crying,
Hoping for your forgiveness, no Denying.
You have to be mean, or you have to be Nice.
And I was bad, I chose the wrong Road,
Is there any chance to redeem for my Loathe?
I know I don’t deserve the Chance,
Another hope of Life’s Dance.
But I still ask, and grovel, and Plead,
I’ll do anything, hurt, break, and Bleed.
I know I’ve done wrong in the Past,
But that was before, that was my Last.
Or so I can hope, or so I can Pray,
I never can see what I could do each Day.
But I come here, trying my Best,
All I ask is that you don’t Detest.
For here I come, broken and Crying,
Hoping for your forgiveness, no Denying.
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