I look to the phases of my life, And I see the image of a knife, Turning in my gut to cut out my insides, So that I can survive. And side by side, there's an image of the sky. And by my side a dog with greyed eyes. There was a girl once upon a time, dynamic and alive. But we fell by the wayside. In her eyes were feelings of strife about life. Can I find some peace and quiet? Been hit with a few punches, I take it in stride. Another phase blows by, like wind in a kite. It's not meant to be trite, but honey, it's just not right. I mean we're not right... It's quite a sight to see tears falling in spite, Of the obvious nature of my flight. I'm too phasic, it's something I fight. Well, bygones have gone by. Nothing to forgive, nothing to deny. Additions to the phases of my life.
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