Regret

The time to write my favourite
Song is now
Swing low behind eyes
Of bluesy charcoal grow
So tired
I have seen to many
Different sides
To care
Oh there
Why am I so blatantly
Corrupt
Who knows
Who cares
Sweet life ends
The final kiss of dawn
Bow breaks
Heart is torn
From the ground
Will sprout a great
Oak tree
Not me, not me
Spent a life
Becoming on Tv
Reality changed for me.
Lost a love
A waste of one
Cigarette
Regret,regret.

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