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If you only think about the past,
you'll soon miss out on the present as time flies by so fast,
hard to pay attention, hard to stay in line,
when all I've ever lost, was at one point all mine,
their departures never had any warning, all happened way too soon,
look up to the night sky until morning, never felt this far from the moon,
if only I never lost sight, of what made me fall for her before,
instead of wish for others, and feel you were a chore,
if only you didn't become such a different girl,
instead of having any speck of decency you used your phone to call and flip my world,
since then time has flown, I may have aged but I have yet grown,
I moan and groan my nights away, daytime I'm always stoned,
use the present as a gift, awaiting Christmas to present itself,
why should I worry about being alone, when I have some on my shelf,
by myself I can build up strength, for whatever may await me,
one day I'll live this dream I've had, one day, you'll see.