Regrets
Keeping my cheeks wet
Lost another bet
Choosing freedom over you
They say
The Devil doesn't play
When the clouds are turning gray
He always gets his due
Someday
When lovin comes my way
I'll have the sense to stay
Put away my rambling shoes
Until
I finally get my fill
Of stumbling stupid up a hill
I'll build a bunker out of blue
Regrets
Paying off my debts
Trying to forget
Choosing freedom over you
by Richard W. Bray
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