Should we just end it now
How we've gotten here; I don't know how
It hurts, and we could have been great
What I fear, is that it's too late
The pain I feel is all too real
There's one last thing I have to say
To the Lord, I'm sorry, forgive me, I've strayed
You say you will make my paths straight
But still I ask, Lord, I'm sorry, I hope it's not too late
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