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"My Best Days"

Self-pity is an easy pill to swallow but hard to digest
I swear it's getting the best of me these days
It's sad how easily I break
Like a fair weather edge kid on his 21st birthday

Maybe I'm too hard on myself
It's easy to fall into when you don't have solid ground

Someone please tell me my best days won't be the ones that I relive in my head
And I can't go back again
I'm not as young as I once was
I'm not as old as I'm gonna be
But I can't let fate decide whether I have good years ahead of me

We used to talk about what we wanted from life
I guess you figured it out cause I'm still here talking to myself
If I had known that three years down the road
We'd be in this mess you can bet I'd fix it all somehow

Maybe I'm too hard on myself
It's easy to fall into when you don't have solid ground

Someone please tell me my best days won't be the ones that I relive in my head
And I can't go back again
I'm not as young as I once was
I'm not as old as I'm gonna be
But I can't let fate decide whether I have good years ahead of me

My ideas of how things ought to be are what messed me up the most
My ideas of how things ought to be are what messed me up the most
My ideas of how things ought to be are what messed me up the most
My ideas of how things ought to be are what messed me up the most

Someone please tell me my best days won't be the ones that I relive in my head
And I can't go back again
I'm not as young as I once was
I'm not as old as I'm gonna be
But I can't let fate decide whether I have good years ahead of me
But I can't let fate decide whether I have good years ahead of me

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