With every breath we make
And every step we take
We lose ourselves a little
And find ourselves a lot.
We arrive at a place
In a new time and space
With people we love
And others we hate.
We can't stop time
But we wish we could
So we cry and say 'what if'.
But since that doesn't work
To turn back the clock
We stomp and have a fit.
At the end of our lines
We say 'what if' once more
But then '''slam''' goes the life door.
In the afterlife when we watch the
'Big Movie' we see the 'what if's' for real.
We like them more but set is the score
So we remain life's little whores.
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