Too much time,
to think of my mistakes,
my mind, my heart,
my body all ache.
With loss of heart,
I'm sure I'll break soon,
So i start to walk down the lonley road.
The roads long,
yes, I know.
No company,
completley alone.
I start to walk.
I have to pay my dues,
for the sins i have drew.
If I could,
yes, go back and press redo.
Mistakes are what people make,
I happen to bake the cake.
The best thing to do,
think as I walk down the lonley road,
Maybe next time,
I'll rember this lonely road,
the shunning off people,
the glares, the rumors.
Cakes not as sweet as it sounds,
As a word of advice,
noone comes off this lonley road of life.
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