Whispers
Don't think I would live this long
Patience to pay old debts
Pardons is not redemption
For the pain I have caused
To all the people I have hurt
Intentions not an excuse
It's hard to
believe
It's hard to let go and breath
Only thing with a heart beat
Are the shadows on the wall
Every ballad written in regret
Feel all the hate inside
Feel no pain
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