Make It Up

Misunderstanding,
Contemplating,
Regretting.

    We can work it out
    Somehow,
    Someway
    I can't wait till tomorrow.

    You want to say you're sorry,
    You want to make it up
    But don't know how.

What is done is done,
It's history.
Too late to undo
And we lose.

If only this never happens again,
You'll be okay
And another fear stacks up in the back room

By:  Roger Harkness



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