There are a few doors I closed that I could have left open. A few I walked through that I’d been warned about. I remember standing in front of most of them long enough to know exactly what I was choosing.
This is the song I’ve been carrying around for this exact feeling. It’s been the soundtrack to a lot of bad decisions that I’d make again, and again, because without them, I would not be who am I today.
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For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels…