Is it too late?

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It has not been easy and I have shed many tears
    Wishing I could just fast forward all of these years 
    I look at an innocent brown eyed little angel
    My gaze becomes empty and hard like a stranger
    My heart becomes heavy and my eye wants to cry 
    And my soul it turns black and curses to die 
    And the emotions, they keep running through my veins
    Squirming and convulsing, individual little brains
    Ohhh! Ohh! The agony of these games! 
    And my mind it flusters! It moves back and forth
    And I wonder why I beat at a dead horse 
    And I wonder how could this be ? 
    How I could be blind when I am able to see
    And I wonder how a heart could fill up with both love and hate
    And I wonder if I need saving or is it already too lateAll Rights Reserved

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Mon, Jun 15, 2015

It has not been easy and I have shed many tears
    Wishing I could just fast forward all of these years 
    I look at an innocent brown eyed little angel
    My gaze becomes empty and hard like a stranger
    My heart becomes heavy and my eye wants to cry 
    And my soul it turns black and curses to die 
    And the emotions, they keep running through my veins
    Squirming and convulsing, individual little brains
    Ohhh! Ohh! The agony of these games! 
    And my mind it flusters! It moves back and forth
    And I wonder why I beat at a dead horse 
    And I wonder how could this be ? 
    How I could be blind when I am able to see
    And I wonder how a heart could fill up with both love and hate
    And I wonder if I need saving or is it already too late

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