Wandering through life as a lone wanderer
An enemy in the thick of it
Sometimes walking is better than running
Tripping seems to take the fun out of the whole thing
He walks up the stairs and turns the mantle-piece
There he spies the train wreckage of his life
Memories he would rather forget
Wouldn't it help if we started to live in reality
Life isn't some sort of game
You can't reload when you mess it up
What you do in the present has consequences
Why can't you just realize the fact of that
You think you can leave and things won't change?
If you could just see your mistakes
Is there not an eraser?
Love is the eraser of life
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