All the would, should or could haves
Go up in a cloud of smoke
Hourglass running empty
This life is some celestial joke
Give up the idea of ideal
Fall freely into the wicked
Unleash all that has been pent up inside
The dark, sick, and the twisted
Undeserving to unrelenting
Cut the cords with a rusty knife
Never look back at the bridges burning
Take a deep breath and at last, live life.
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