It broke the silence of tonight.
It's my bad, and I know that. My bad, for not being able to comprehend.
Whatever moves I took was wrong, whatever I did was totally uncalled for.
Either way I do, I'm bound to be at fault.
Can you instruct me on what to do so I won't go wrong?
When I thought it would be just fine, it ain't. Prolly looks fine only on the superficial.
I shouldn't appear in this script at all, lest I got sorrowful, mournful, gloomy, dejected, depressed, cheerless, downcast, sedate, grievous, afflictive or calamitous in any case.
I thought Ima be okay, I'm not a tad alright to know it's teary in my eyes.
I'm at fault again.
I need no embrace nor a shoulder. I'm indifferent and all I need is trust and a ear.
It's almost 4 in the morn and I'm tormented by these. I'll sleep it off now.
God, I need your guide.
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