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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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