Remorse

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The trick to being slick,
to never breaking stride,
to never getting hurt,
is to know you never tried.

This remorse, this remorse,
breaker of our pride...
This remorse, this remorse,
that’s eating me inside.

A cigarette to show you,
A poem to flip you off.
A thousand years to know you,
A tear to try and stop.

The trick to keeping calm,
to never getting down,
to never loving much,
is to never stick around.

This remorse, this remorse,
breaker of our pride...
This remorse, this remorse,
that’s eating me inside.

A little while to love you
A friend to hate your guts
A bitter song to miss you
A broken heart to think you’re nuts.





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