Though it is not shown
I swear I am sincere
Excuses all lined up
Pity, Sickness, fear
It's not said lightly
Or sentimentally either still
It's not forced or obligation
But by purest of free will
It was not an accident
But it certainly wasn't planned
I'll never regret a word
Drowning on dry land
The text, the ink, the words
All of it is true
So please do not doubt
When I say that I love you