Is it strange
The way we thrive of what could have been,
What should have been, but will never be
Is it wrong
That we are living in an imaginary yesterday
While the present is slowly slipping away
Why are we so obsessed
With what we can not change
Torturing ourselves, becoming insane
Why cant we
Live with what we got
Take advantages, while we still have a shot
When will we realize
We can't live tomorrow, until we live today
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