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Mistakes are hard to undo.



Made a mistake, I made a mistake; I wear the scars to show my shame. Made a mistake, I made a mistake; I wear the scars to show my shame. What should I do, what should I do, when I'm the one who can't get through? What should I do, what should I do, when I'm the one, hey, I'm the one to blame? I can't see past this chance for us to reconcile these doubts; they've all gone on for far too long, yeah, it goes on and on and on and on. Just not built for this role and all the time much better spent; but it all drags on for far too long, and it drags on and on and on and on. I can't see past this chance for us to reconcile these doubts; they've all gone on for far too long, yeah, it goes on and on and on and on and on. I wish I was someone better.