Crazy/Love: The Riddle of The Reformed

Some things I don’t regret but just wonder what if…

What if, many years ago I fuck cared/ listened to everyone and did the unthinkable/ norm with that condemned/ revered. Sure at times I was happy/ crazy but there were also times I felt like the damnedest/ luckiest person in the world.

Maybe if I didn’t entrusted/ disposed of everything sacred/ tainted into the arms of another I would be hated/ loved. Maybe history is destined to go in vicious cycles… Or not. Whatever.

Just let it die
With no goodbyes
Details don't matter
We both paid the price
Tears in my eyes
You know sometimes
It'd be like that baby

Mariah Carey~ Don’t Forget About Us