I have scars I wouldn't trade,
Or certain choices that I've made,
Broken thoughts and prices paid,
I've lived my life my way.
And as I sit I seem to smile,
Thinking past tense all the while,
Pulling out these mental files,
That I lived my life my way.
I see where I am today,
Notices those who did stay,
Look beside me when I lay,
This life was the only way...
3:21 p.m. - 2009-01-21
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