Can't just paint it clean,
Like it warn't foreseen,
That ugly ol' scene,
Makes your spirit lean.
Could'a spoke out clear,
Should'a lost that fear,
Would'a held so dear,
Now it ain't right here.
Ain't no other soul,
Plays the final role,
We lose all control,
Diggin' our own hole.
Could'a crossed that bend,
Should'a made a friend,
Would'a reached the end,
Now it just won't mend.
This ol' life ain't fair,
But we put it there,
All that heavy care,
From the choices we bear.
Could'a sailed that stream,
Should'a chased that dream,
Would'a made life gleam,
Now just a shadow's beam.
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