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What I thought was good Turned out bad as I knew it would I'd have stopped if I could My life's the death of love and it stopped where it stood Each time was better than last Till I fell to the bottom I'm top heavy falling fast Old ships can't sail without masts My life's progression still is the regression towards my past And I want to go And I want to go home Home when I'm tired and scared Home cause there someone cared for Home cause nothing compares Home cause there no one stares (at me) Running with wild mustangs Poses question will depression kill or still hang This dog is showing his fangs Going under wonder about these homesick pangs Each time was better than last Till I fell to the bottom I'm top heavy with head cast All over with one last blast My life?s progression still is the regression toward my past From Letras Mania