When your beauty has faded.
It's hard not to see this life as jaded.
When you have been down that road too many times.
You end up another lonesome traveler blurred in between the lines.
Living easy is too hard.
Living hard is too easy.
I swear it's become impossible to please me.
I'm stuck in the ugliness of my sorrows.
No longer looking for tomorrow.
If tomorrow never comes.
I hope I've made my amends.
Leaving a lasting impression on my family and my friends.
You don't get a do over once life ends.
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