You came he sad
Said you’d been bad,
But I won’t judge you
I won’t get mad,
I am not possessive
And I am not controlling,
You came home here
So I am absolving,
You of what you chose to do
You needed it,
I won’t be cruel
You are free,
To explore new things,
Being happy
Makes my heart sing,
So don’t be sad
Because you’ve been bad,
Don’t worry I love you
And so won’t get mad.