slip of the lip
slip of the tongue
doesn't matter
the damage is done
slice of the blade
slice of the tongue
nothing ever
can be undone
wishful thinking
can get you only so far
it's just like wishing
upon your lucky star
hope and promises
fill the days to come
and leaves you with nothing
nothing done
slip of the lip
slip of the tongue
life is much to short
to live it unsung
rapier wit
words that stung
it's never to late
to get it all done
wishful thinking
and praying if you will
will lead to nothing more
than a life unfulfilled
wishful thinking
and counting on luck
will leave you with nothing
there's no such thing as luck
don't believe in miracles
or that people ever change
the more that you are hoping
the more things stay the same
place belief in yourself
and be a catalyst of change
control what you can
leave the rest to fate
it's not too late
it's not too late
don't hesitate
or the moment is gone
Revisiting the Stalker
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