Standing here idle as the rain washes my plans away
Who can relate?
Now the cold winds are getting chilly
I'm slowly slipping into a regretful place.
I thought I could escape unscathed
but no, this is my fate.
I thought I could move my pieces late
Oh, what a dangerous game.
Procrastinating my actions
only to get caught in a vicious state.
The painful path was that I saw it coming a mile away
Yet I held to my resolve not to emulate.
As a result, I'm paying the prize in currency I had hoped not to pay.
Standing here now as I tell myself
don't procrastinate.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Standing here idle as the rain washes my plans away
Who can relate?
Now the cold winds are getting chilly
I'm slowly slipping into a regretful place.
I thought I could escape unscathed
but no, this is my fate.
I thought I could move my pieces late
Oh, what a dangerous game.
Procrastinating my actions
only to get caught in a vicious state.
The painful path was that I saw it coming a mile away
Yet I held to my resolve not to emulate.
As a result, I'm paying the prize in currency I had hoped not to pay.
Standing here now as I tell myself
don't procrastinate.
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