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Why do I feel bad again?

I shouldn't be sad or miss a grin.

Doubt creeps in and doubt creeps out,

Skews the view from my cloud.

Troublemaker tempting fate,

Questioning the path I take,

Showing me the twists and turns,

The forks and points of no return.

I would hold my breath so long

To wash ashore where I belong.

Broken roses on the steps,

Like promises I never kept.

Promises I never made

But could have honored anyway.

Tied to years, slave to fears,

I will always hold you dear.

Tired, troubled but sincere,

Wishing... Fuck the rime.

Wishing I had a time

To wish you mine.

Every day I choose to spend the rest of my life with her

And every day I break the molds of lives and worlds.

I already miss the things that I will never know.

I will never know the things that i've already missed.