After leaving his funeral, a woman conjures the ghost of her sweetheart to work through the stages of anger, bargaining, depression, and finally, acceptance, in a single night.
I didn't mean to kill you in a fit of rage.
Why don't you believe what I say?
Oh, even in life, you never believed that I loved you.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.
I didn't mean to kill you in a fit of rage.
I really think you'd understand if you'd just, look back and replay in your mind, what happened that day you'd find
That I"m so sorry. Please, forgive me.
I didn't mean to kill you in a fit of rage.
I really don't think it's very fair for you to blame me for something you made me do.
It wasn't me. I was you.
I forgive you for what you made me do.
Do you forgive me, too?
I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me.
I didn't mean to kill you in a fit of rage.
Why don't you believe what I say to you?
All I wanna tell you is the truth.
All I ever wanna do for you is see your precious face,
and feel your warm embrace.
I forgive you, for what you made me do.
Do you forgive me, too?
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