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There were nights I said that I hated you,

Days where I cursed your name,

If I knew then what I found out today,

I'd confess to you I was lying.



The days where I picked on the clothes you wore,

The colors you'd paint on the hood of your car.

If a time had come where I broke your heart,

Then I'd swear to you I was lying.



The sins you've done, all the pain you've caused,

I would carry your burdens myself.

I would take it all if I knew it would help,

If I knew it would stop you from dying.