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Cast out by those I once counted as friends.
I have long since repented,
I seek my amends.
For this pain I have caused, the fault is my own.
Dying in the gutter, I cry out for home.
Of songs now forgotten, of drinks done and gone.
This soul is so tired, yet it still lingers on.
I have no patience for the time that remains.
All memories fade, they are all one the same.
Of all the mistakes, I have made in this life.
My heart it bleeds out for my long suffering wife.
For I have destroyed without pity or cause.
She still remembers the man that I was.
