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Forgive Me

As much as we use to argue As much as we use to fight Somehow I will always make things right by the end of the night. But what if it was something you wish you can take back And it’s too late to make right Sometimes a humble heart will not start a fight. It’s so ironic how my situation will be playing in a song Some say my attitude has changed After being played so wrong. I would question myself did I really deserve this? I pray to the Lord for strength, healing and forgiveness..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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