Shedding off the old skin of an old friend who often has the notion of a door closing
An open door policy will truly have to be therapy for the agony of not having thee
No matter how much things change
They stay the same
Got nobody else to blame but myself
For falling victim to the game
They drain all my mental
Detrimental to my happiness
In fact, it's wreaking havoc on my mood swings
So I do things I know I prob'ly shouldn't
And put myself in situations with no solid footing
Severe case of closed eyes
I know it's diving head-first with no safety net
Scared to make the same mistakes as my face reflects
With beads of sweat
I feel I've been here before
A past experience suggests I should dethaw
Off the road of repitition
Control my inhibitions
Think before I move
And carefully mold my vision
Listen to instincts
The only way to roll with wisdom
I solely hold the cards that unfold with my decisions

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