At the crossroads where I sit
thinking about life
wondering what is this
So many wrong turns
with no way back
at the end of the maze
trapped like a rat
Bad decisions
they were mine
lots and lots
of wasted time
I worked most
of my life away
still got nothing
what can I say?
Kissed some pretty girls
not that they would tell
they all told me
to go to hell
So here I am
old and alone
starting over
or maybe I wont
I am sure
that I can make
at least one more
big mistake
The only difference
this time around
I don't have to fix
what gets tore down
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