A victim of the second guessing game
Second guessing that my life is a shame
That laughing's the hiding of pain
And drizzles what stops pouring rain.
A victim of the second guess strike
Second guessing what's wrong and what's right
That the fall of the sun leads to night
And tears are what hinders our sight.
A victim of the second guess fall
Second guessing whether or not to call
That sadness creates a big wall
And life is worth living at all.
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