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Sitting here alone,

Gives me plenty of time to think

What happened to my life,

And what happened to my drink?

My drink is gone,

All a little too fast,

And my life is in a whirlwind

And has left me on my ass.

Did I react too soon,

Did I react too much,

When you love someone,

When is too much enough?

Is there a such thing,

Where as to draw that fine line,

Or is that line erased

By ongoing time.

"Enough" is a limiting word,

Almost as is "too much,"

When you asked if I was in love,

All limitations were fucked.

I can't love you too little,

I can't love you too much,

But I can and will love you forever,

How is that for "enough?"

Now, another day goes by,

And another beer goes down,

And although the future is undecided,

Tomorrow is gone.