When so much is going good?
Was it really just a bad dream,
Or are you not living as you should?
There is a point where it is too late to change,
When there are peoples' lives who are dependent,
On your actions in a life that's no longer yours,
If you really take possession of it.
But, thoughts cannot be stopped, and these tell you,
That you have bitten off more than you can chew,
That the world would be better off without,
The kind of world that you expose them to.
And it's alright,
That only means that you care,
Which is all that others really need from you,
And which, frankly, is really quite rare.
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