I realized what I have isn't all that bad, and
I'm done worrying about what's gone.
Sometimes the truth is just a lie and sometimes forever runs out of time.
Sometimes I wake at night and I ask "Where have I gone wrong?"
And a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
I will dissapoint you, I am everything I wish I wasnt and nothing I say I am.
It's not how bad the problem is, but how badly
it's hurting the person who has it
nobody really cares if you're miserable,
so you might as well just be happy.
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