Start Over

Second chances don't come by,
When they do, they live and die.
I had a dream it all worked out,
Though time it came about.

Thoughts keep coming to my head,
My mind will keep them led.
To family and friends,
But all good things come to ends.

Her face is planted in my head,
I will see it until I'm dead.
A kiss from her is gold,
Without her I feel so cold.

Every time that she is near,
All I get inside is fear.
Can we start over to the day,
When you really wanted to stay.

How did she fall for me?
How true could this be?
Then I ask her "Red rover,"
"Can we please start over."

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