What we once were

Shrouded by doubt

Can it be again?

Can we be again?

She won't even look my way

She won't call me by my name

Just hold on until May

What a selfish claim

What a trip life is

It gives and it takes

Short and full of pain

But it is what you make

You can wallow and you can waste

...or you can blaze to make your place.



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