I stand before you accused of many crimes
But I want to believe that love can still survive
You don’t have to say it, I don’t have to read your mind
To know that emptiness has finally arrived
How was I to know right from wrong
Words were hardly spoken, so where did I go wrong
Tell me honestly, if you’re still loving me
Looking into my eyes honestly
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