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I made the most of living years

As some take out their frustration
i always come knocking on your door
The future generation
should love the one before

even though i am held hostage
to what i hold so close and dear
others blinded with guilt and tears
whilst i made the most of the living years

past hated conversations
crumpled paper of desired thought
wishing you had more time
as that's all you have got

even if you never see it
even if it never makes sense
just get to an agreement
never talk in defence

you have to say it loud
you have to say it clear
when it's too late
they don't want to hear

if you still hold on to quarrel
of the present and the past  
you will sacrifice the future
only sadness will last

don't hold on to fortunes
let's not dwell on fate
there may be another perspective
on a different day

I wasn't there that evening
when she passed away
i never got to tell her
all the things i had to say
i later caught her spirit
i heard her voice loud and clear
saying she forgives, and thanks  me
as i made the most of the living years
Written by paulinadionne96
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