Hey Glynda,
Just messin. Maybe some rearranging and rewrite and paring---Couple possibilities for the first part-
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You point out all my faults

AND LAY THE BLAME RIGHT AT MY DOOR

Once you were my flower

Now I see too many thorns


Don't need to know the details

I can forgive, but can't forget

There's too many bad memories

Now ALL I HAVE ARE REGRETS

KOS
Write on
Wy