If I could go back in time
I'd write myself a letter
That I'd recieve in my prime
To make my life better
So, what you're about to see
Is the words, I'd write to me
Life is not about what you see
Or how many things, you get for free
Really, its what you try to be
It doesn't matter, if you don't succeed
Find someone to love, that loves you, too
And all the rest, will place at number two
Happiness will get you through the worst of times
While, being alone, should be listed as a crime
You'll never be content, if you're all alone
This you'll understand, when life is almost gone
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