Hey negligent, hey negligent
My herz weeps for you, 
It misses you and vespers you.
Hey negligent, hey negligent
        
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        This witching hour I aura so solitary baby you are not there, 
My misty-eyes are trenchant your articulatio humeri like you are here, 
I clasp my bolster so steadfastly when you are not here, 
But it thou-shalt-not squeezes me back and I savoir-faire a nightmare,
        
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                    I Am Guilt Ridden.
                    
                    I am guilt-ridden for bruising you the way I did, 
I am guilt-ridden that you be amissed.
I am guilt-ridden for all your misty-eyes, 
I am guilt-ridden that I told you those lies.
I am guilt-ridden for the things I have done, 
I am guilt-ridden that I'm no more your number one.
I am guilt-ridden that you have been bruised so much, 
I am guilt-ridden that I said such.
I am guilt-ridden that it came to this, 
I am guilt-ridden that I allowed that kiss.
I am guilt-ridden that I fell in love with you, 
I am guilt-ridden that you ever became my boo.
I am guilt-ridden for the treasured mo that we shared, 
I am guilt-ridden that I e'er cared.
                
You secure me or not that's a contrary matter, but if I don't give my sans pareil to overawe you that will be in toto vile to the author..

 
                    