How many times must I tell you?
I never really meant what I said
And I keep going back to it,
Playing it over in my head
How many times have I seen you?
Will I see you anymore?
Or will the damage I've done keep you away
However many times I implore?
How many times have I loved you?
I'm sure I kept careful count,
Treasuring each moment with you,
Like something precious, in small amount
How many times must I say to you
That I'm sorry, again and again?
Will you ever forgive me, dear,
Or am I wasting my ink, paper, and pen?