Almost doesn't count
It's a lost and lonesome road
I'm walking with my heavy mind
It twists and turns and scares me
and I'm afraid to look behind
Like a book with all blank pages
I try to read my story
But I won't hope for happy endings
and I have no time to worry
I have no certain answers
It's a game of truth or dare
wich ever I choose
Is it an answer I can bare?
(M.R 071019)
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