Always hurting,
Steady searching

For anything that’s new.

You get so down
When it can’t be found,

It’s killing you.

And it’s time to face the fact
That chasing ass,

And coming last

Gets old too soon.

Flick away your past regrets
Like a burned out cigarette

And focus on the good you got

Inside of you.

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