Though, my intentions were good,
Though, again, in every sentence,
There is a skosh of truth.
And I hope that you don’t hear,
What it is I actually said,
Though, I might have to tell you, myself,
Just to curtail someone else telling instead,
And that, just to make sure you,
Understand my true feelings,
And that sometimes I say things with the purest intentions,
That from most sides seem to be just mean.
And it’s alright,
You can do the same to me,
And I will laugh, though I’ll also understand,
That somewhere in there is honesty.
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