From dire straits,
You look around and realize that,
Maybe it's too late,
For things to go back to the way they were,
And you missed the opportunity,
To start a new life from your last mistake,
Or, so that's how you see,
Anything that threatens your way of life,
Because you get comfortable,
And think somehow you're where you oughta be,
Just because it's usual.
And it's alright,
You can always make the best,
Of a bad situation,
But it will never reach the idealest.
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