If regrets were reflections, I'd be a parking lot
though I've paused my transgressions for fear that I've got
something more than life's lessons wrapped in a colored bow
I'm worth more than that peasant but now you'll never know
through chemical, through machine
through experience or dream
I came out without you but at least I came out clean
I know the meaning of love, I just forgot how
too obsessed with notions that we've had a drought
but who became traitor to all that they promised?
who threw in the towel and became dishonest?
to be continued, forever.
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