'm never gonna know you now
and I was never going to know you then
but it's still nice to pretend
I still don't know anything that I didn't know before
My handwriting has modified, but these words still bring no cure
Pencil shapes have gone in reverse
everything ends up feeling like a curse
a mental block of monumental proportions
of slowly dying off aspirations
I'm on a roll ready to stop
onward toward my next biggest flop
at least i can come out on top
if I can keep from going under
I still have "what if's" to wonder
and the facts are never held in it
so i claim anything up to an accident.
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