And stain each other as we age
So many marks received
So many marks I gave
So many people we have met
So many did not stay
Some because of different ways
Some of contact frayed
I always feel it is my fault
Because I wished to stay
But many times could not afford
Or maybe it's an excuse too lame
Holding onto guilt and guilt
It's time the hand to wave
It could be your fault or mine
Or none or both to blame
So can we start aclean again?
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