These things were confidential,
And he understood.
But he had to tell,
And still he doesnt know why o why, why o why he should.
He unfolded secrets,
To whom would hear.
But he had to tell,
Was it to be cool or was or was, or was or was it fear?
The trust betrayed,
Shame had him in its grip.
But he just had to tell…
He felt alone and in disgrace abandoned, abandoned on a ship
A new hate born?
Will it be all right?
Why did he tell?
There was no excuse and no way back, so in misgive he asks:
Will she please forgive?
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Dit is niet OK