Sweaty palms to comfort my soul.
The brains the one who maintains control.
A breath of life to keep me whole.
Something else to fill the hole.
Sometime to spend with another.
Me here without a mother.
A day gone by without a regret
but that's just placing a losing bet.
So what do we do when regrets all in our past
and we all think of all the things that didn't last
So we spend time like penny's and dimes
and we commit our daily crimes.
We speed on our way to work and lie in the face of life
and we're always on the search for the next ex wife.
So maybe it's all supposed to be this way
without a regret or a sorry to say.
Maybe someone out there has it worse
or maybe we're just the one stuck with the curse.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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