It may not sound like much to you
But sometimes the truth in your words shine through
You play it off, you don’t mean it that way
Maybe it was just something to say
Yet, for some reason, they hurt
Those meaningless little blurts
The pain, the heartache, the tears
You have no idea, my dear
Then in all of it, the blame
It’s my fault, my claim.
What have I said? What have I done?
Why don’t you tell me, hon?
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