It’s unforgivable and inconceivable. This thing I did to you.

Uncontrollable. Inconsolable. These things I put you through.

I confess I did not know.

That you could not share.

You had it all in hand.

Things were going nowhere.

Are you just playing with me?

You good here all alone?

I have heard and I can see.

There’s no one on that phone.

It’s unforgivable, inconceivable. This thing I did to you.

You are uncontrollable, inconsolable. These things I put you through.

I confess I didn’t know.

That you couldn’t share.

Do you still see my place?

When you stop and stare?

It’s unforgivable. Inconceivable. The things I did to you.

Uncontrollable. Inconsolable. These things I put you through.

You were here and I disturbed.

All apologies.

You go right, back on track.

To your fantasies.

It’s unforgivable. Inconceivable. That’s what bad men do.

Uncontrollable. You’re inconsolable. These things I put you through.