And after all is said and I\'m dead
I was wrong, there\'s still chapters to write
But I didn\'t bring my supplies
So how am I gonna sleep at night?
Unprepared and naked with guilt
I guess you\'ve caught my cowardice in all it\'s truth
But I won\'t even smile, nor say a word
I never planned on cutting the noose loose
Maybe I really am just a victim of trend
Well, maybe this sadness is just artificial
I\'m beating myself with imaginary regrets
And remember kid, you\'re not special
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