Tuesday, August 23, 2011


All the things I'll regret when I'm old
The morals I've bought and sold
Oh I use to be nice
and I used to be kind
But we all grow a little bit cold

I remember when I began to fold
when I came to this fork in the road
I took that wrong turn
And it turned me around
Can't tell if it's for better or worse

I know I let people down slow
And I've been to the lowest low
But when I'm ten feet tall
when I'm not so small
I'll be standing on my own

There are truths I will never know
In the past that I have to let go
It haunts me for now
but if I turn back around
Ill know which way I'll go

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