Never Learn

I Think I've Lived Too Much
Or Maybe Just Too Long
Everything I Say or Do
Seems to Turn out Very Wrong

It's Not That I Want Pity
Or Someone to Make it Right
The Blame Is All My Own
That I'm Alone Each Night

I Should Learn from My Mistakes
And That Really Makes Me Mad
Maybe I Don't Understand
Because I'm Always Sad

There Was a Time I Remember
When Everything Was Mine
And I Didn't Even Realize 
There Wasn't Better to Find

To Live with My Mistakes
Is Very Hard for Me to Do
How Can I Live with Me
After the Way That I Hurt You


Connie Moore
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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