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Shamecycle

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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clyde-yulassetar-wiggin
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Published
Feb 5, 2013
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