I can't undo! I'm too taut to lose
a shameful strain, a wired, painful memory
that stresses me to cringe away again.
I know too well what they'd all say:
"Better safe than sorry!"
If I let them down, they'll turn a way,
damning me with folly.
What did you expect
when you held me with regret?
Oh, how could I forget...
How can I forget?
I can't undo.
I can't undo.
I can't undo,
but I can work through.
Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 7:40 PM UTC
I can't undo! I'm too taut to lose
a shameful strain, a wired, painful memory
that stresses me to cringe away again.
I know too well what they'd all say:
"Better safe than sorry!"
If I let them down, they'll turn a way,
damning me with folly.
What did you expect
when you held me with regret?
Oh, how could I forget...
How can I forget?
I can't undo.
I can't undo.
I can't undo,
but I can work through.
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