Before it's too late
If I had the power to change one thing
It would be a friend
Who has taken a road
A road with a dead end.
He got lost in the haze
Purple to be exact
And I could have stopped him before he got too deep in the maze
But it’s too late I can’t go back.
The only hope now is to help him in the present.
I’ll help him escape his little mistake
But don’t make me your anti-depressant.
Oh, the changes I’ll make.
But even if I didn’t have the power to change this one thing
I wouldn’t give up, I’d still find away before it's too late.
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