I wrote about
The things you do
The men we met
The wings you grew
And I know
Oh, it’s a rushing world

I sang along
In reverence
You kept me watching
In sweet suspense
And I know
That’s my perfect girl

Can’t see
The branches block my view
From here
I’ll write a book for you
Trust me
And I’ll reveal it all in time

My lyrical
Satirical, it’s true
I broke a heart or two
And made a rushing world

I can’t control
Oh, but the sounds it made
Up on a wild west stage
And now it’s bigger than us
All
Oh
Oh

I can’t compete
Down on my knees
But I’ll get up and
Slowly

But if we wait
Is it the end
I’ll brush it off and
Hold you gently

Why
Can’t happiness
Just exist
Why
Were we not made
Just for this
Just for this

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It really is a rushing world, isn’t it? The only way to live without regrets is to accept that people won’t always agree with you. To accept the circumstance of dislike and disdain, and grow into yourself without deterrence. The worst thing you can do is let others determine what you need to be. That is where regret is born.

Have a blessed day.