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stevebrklynnyc Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 292GA, Camden 
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I never used to think about it The days we take for granted Thinking tomorrow Will always make up for yesterday Life is so very short Seasons turn into memories The green always seems to be Just another color I often wonder now days What is real and what is not I still can not figure On why we look beyond on our fragile existence Hoping tomorrow will lead us in a new direction Just to savor another days accomplishment Only to realize It is only another day I suppose we will go on Separating fact from fiction Wondering if it's all too real When we eventually meet our maker Even in a perfect world I have made mistakes Wish I could take them back Make amends for hurting The souls I have hurt Maybe one day She will forgive me Not likely Stubborn to the bone I guess it's my curse To harbor feelings Of the past Of hurt I have caused to others You will never know How sorry I am Guess it's just my Sentence of being To ignorant Of seeing just how precious you were It's my curse I have to live with it Maybe someday She will forgive me I never used to think about it The days we take for granted Thinking tomorrow Will always make up for yesterday |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
oh1! song of puzzling and regret. true and beautiful. enjoyed. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
maybe some day she will |
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stevebrklynnyc Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 292GA, Camden |
thanks, just ramblings, felt like putting something down on paper sort of |
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