I see all the mistakes I do, all the successes
But the succeses get shadowed by the mistakes.
They are such a big part of life
Why is that so?
Why do I have to care of the mistakes like a baby?
Why are they waiting there for my weak moments?
Yes I look back and all I see are the trampled roses
A beautiful rose far away are in the blind spot...
Yeah the bad are bigger than the good.
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