Do you ever really see what you have right in front?
With a motionless sigh I hear her grunt
Nothings ever as good as you expect
But when its gone and you saw what you had came true, that’s something in your mind you collect
If you asked me how every day went, Han no regret?
I’d say awful negativity at the mist of my mindset
Open wide worthy of a waitless wine
stop and think everything is fine
Tomorrow I say no regret
I definitely wont forget, want to bet?
Today you said everything was great
Tomorrow you gave it a rest some things you’ve got to hate
Take out the wine and everything’s fine
That’s what I call a each day running in line
Its april... and still snowing.
Great friend Anne and I.
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