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You think I've done so much wrong.
You say I've done nothing to help him along.
You see him changing, writing his own song.

So you blame me for all the pain,
but there is no gain for blame.

I think of how to fix this.
I know if I try that I'll just miss.
I just don't want to leave without
one last kiss.

So here is my wish,
to be accepted and not dismissed.

---------------------------------------- If anyone could help me with the title, that would be great.