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Witness reality


Time is a terrible thing to waste And, here I am, the one who had to lose the race These thoughts and moves I've made has gotten me stuck in place But, if I try now, I can save face. Hours lost in my bed Days playing in my head There's so much regret With all this lack of hope, I might be better off dead Skilless, I can barely breathe Cowardice, please don't look at me Witness, the pain of reality My future could be a tragedy If I fall again I'll just have to stand Is this in God's Plan? Will He lend a hand? I've been going in the wrong direction for too long It's good I can handle rejection, even though I'm not strong
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