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..
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