Form 1 Phats.
There are tonnes of fish in the water.
But I picked the worst and tried to alter.
When I had a chance to keep my fishing rod.
I chose to let all out and play god.
Every now and then,
I will make a new friend.
Not much time will be spent.
They only leave footprints on sand.
But then again it's no big case.
There are some lines I need to rephrase.
This is not anymore a matter of taste.
Face it, we all tend to fall for the chase.
And for that reason, I, too had it all wrong.
Redemption, can only be in a form of a song.
And when it doesn't bring me back to where I belong.
I would have to choose to walk or sing along.
Honestly, it's a snowy walk out there.
Even my shoes are starting to tear.
The pain of frozen tissues I can bear.
But the most important thing does not have a spare.
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