So many tomorrows I’ve let slip away
While yesterday lives only in my dreams
Foolishly I put off what I could for a rainy day
Now it's much too late for all my plans and schemes
What ifs will plague my golden years
And whys will haunt my restless sleep
Now it's time to face my deepest fears
As I hang my head and weep.
Peter's come to collect his due
But that's all gone to Paul
How did my life become so askew
When I always thought I’d have it all.
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