I wrote a song:
Convictions lead to bad decisions
and though I have no regrets
I still hope that you are listening to me
Consequences bear their reminders
Like scars upon my skin
I am here and you are listening to a life half spent
Could you forgive
my fickle heart
my fickle heart
Could we repair
what we had
That was all we had
Could my soul
Stay sober for you
for you
What I lack
Is self control
for you
for you
I spent weary days in dryness and rain
lacking any compass to navigate
We all take those adulterous treks
through the sand of our regrets
I am yours and you are loving a heart half spent
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