This isn't an elegant song,
This isn't a stylish poem.
This is only me saying
The truth that must be said.
I'll start with "I'm sorry":
I did all of the wrong things,
Spoke all of the wrong words.
(For once) I didn't know how to express myself.
I love you -
But like a little girl
Loves her brother, who's
In a distant college.
I look up to you
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