Starting over is a fearsome task
So many questions to ask
When was I happy last?
Who should I keep around from my past?
Which of my habits should I keep?
Which ones should I trash?
It’s like moving
Choosing between those things you own
Sorting through right and wrong
Choosing between the things you love
Sometimes it’s hard to judge
Sometimes harder to let go of what was
For no better reason than because
But
That’s why GOD gave us guts
We’re blessed with instincts
For the times we cant think
It’s like the time you met the person you love
The person that helped you, hurt you
And stuck around to watch you grow.
New beginnings are like those times.
You just know
Map out where you’re going and go.
It’s hard starting over though
Trust me,
I know
But I ain’t gonna look back though.
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