| Staring at the empty page before me
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| All the years of wreckage run through my head
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| Patterns of my live have thawed and torn me
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| Revealing hurtful shame and deep lament
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| Overwhelming sorrow now absorbs me
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| As the pen begins to trace my darkest past
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| Signs throughout my life that should have warned me
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| Of all the wrongs I’ve done for which I must repent
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| I once thought it better to regret
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| Things that I have done, then haven’t
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| Sometimes you’ve got to be wrong
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| Learn the hard way
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| Sometimes you’ve got to be strong
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| When you think it’s too late
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| Staring at the finished page before me
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| All the damage now so clear and evident
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| Thinking 'bout the dreaded task in store for me
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| A bitter fear at the thought of my amends
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| Hoping that the step will help restore me
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| To face my past and ask for forgiveness
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| Cleaning up my dirty side of this un-swept street
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| Could this be the beginning of the end?
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| I once thought it better to regret
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| Things that I have done, then haven’t
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| Sometimes you’ve got to be wrong
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| Learn the hard way
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| Just when you’re through hanging on
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| You’re saved |