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I didn't mean to call you, Ailene.
My fingers found the numbers, not I. But it's the darkest part of night And I'm cold Again. I can't find the light You always could Where did it go wrong, Ailene? I didn't mean to hurt you, Ailene. They told me to make myself whole I had to find the truth How did I know the thing that made me whole Would tear a piece from you? Will you ever forgive me, Ailene? In the silence of the night, Ailene, I replay it all in my head. The curses, the shouts, the accusations All cutting deep into my heart As I see your sweet face You were always so selfless And I so selfish Can we turn back time, Ailene. I didn't mean to call you, Ailene. But it's the darkest part of the night And I'm cold Five years I've been sober But the demons won't leave me alone. Who will save me from myself, Ailene?
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