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Regret

I look back on my life, and play the what if game
If I woulda, shoulda, coulda, I know it sounds lame
But we all do it, and we all sound the same
We look for easy answers, someone else to blame
But there is no one to point a finger at but me
It's time to move on, there's nothing left to see
Karma can be a bitch, it'll hit you hard
And happiness for me, was never in the cards
You reap what you sow, that's what they say
I found happiness once, but I pissed it all away
 
 
And I wish I could go back in time, and make things right
Wish I could take things back
Wish I'd never said them at all
But you can wish in one hand, then cry all night
Nothing I can do to repair that crack
No where I can go to, no one left to call
 
Nothing to do, but move on down the line
Learn from my mistakes, and I'll do fine
Try to forget all the stupid things that I did
Things that I didn't do, things that I hid
And it's time to forget all my sins
And get back into the game again
TimWombles
Written by TimWombles
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Another story in my head.
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