Life is a cracked windscreen

Stuck in the fast lane
but going in reverse
try put the breaks on
it just makes things worse

On the outside looking in
at the end of my journey
when will it begin
I thought I saw an angel
yet I’m living in sin

Curtains begins to close
we take our final bow
we smash into the verge
our souls have one last surge

What is left for us to say?
We lived with our regrets.
Now come what may.

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