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No Time machine Can save me now I can forgive you For lying and cheating For breaking my soul But I can’t forgive the fool After so many chances Who still failed, walked away Tried so hard, just to let it go And old friend I haven’t Seen in years Came to me in a nightmare said, “what about now?’ I said 90, no 80 percent And knew I was lying Even in my sleep, my dream I know that it is me That I cannot forgive This failure haunts me This nightmare awakens me To what I already know All the worse Is the dichotomy, presently That if I were the fool I was then I’d be happier now And if I was the man I am now I’d have been happier then That if I were the fool I was then I’d be happier now And if I was the man I am now I’d have been happier then Can’t be who I need to be when I need to be them Like I said No Time machine Can save me now The definition of too late Nothing I can change Will ever make it right Somehow nothing I do Will take the currently Empty, aching, singular Point in side my mind And fill it with you
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
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No Time machine Can save me now I can forgive you For lying and cheating For breaking my soul But I can’t forgive the fool After so many chances Who still failed, walked away Tried so hard, just to let it go And old friend I haven’t Seen in years Came to me in a nightmare said, “what about now?’ I said 90, no 80 percent And knew I was lying Even in my sleep, my dream I know that it is me That I cannot forgive This failure haunts me This nightmare awakens me To what I already know All the worse Is the dichotomy, presently That if I were the fool I was then I’d be happier now And if I was the man I am now I’d have been happier then That if I were the fool I was then I’d be happier now And if I was the man I am now I’d have been happier then Can’t be who I need to be when I need to be them Like I said No Time machine Can save me now The definition of too late Nothing I can change Will ever make it right Somehow nothing I do Will take the currently Empty, aching, singular Point in side my mind And fill it with you
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
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