When there is no time left to say I’m sorry
And even less to figure out why you should.
When you seem to be right just every time
And you’re so sure you don’t worry
Stand back ; stand back from the assurances
They’re just someone else telling someone else of yourhidden excesses
How evenly does sorrow meet your pain
Or does the pleasure meet the game
And if these two dont quite match the same
Hold fire on that withering comment
It may seem so smart
After the triumphant moment .
When the day is spent
And all that’s torn is now rent
What’ s said in words will surely plunder
And tare asunder
And make you wonder
Why ; like me you , maybe make you ask
Why I didn’t
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