Do it all again

 Had I known what
The mistakes I've made
Would've lead to
I'd do them all again
If I knew that
That which I did
Would've made me you
I'd do it all again
You and I
Are one of a kind
In the mirror I see you
From a different dimension
Living your life
And cry I will
For I have no clue
What I really did
To become you
But I definitely would
Do it all again
If my heart stopped beating
I'd have no regrets
I would've done most of what I wanted
Before I'd turn dead
In the moonlight reflecting
From the star in our system
A few ghosts would be dancing
And I'd be dancing with them
They belong in my past
In the years that went by
In this mirror glass
I see a reflection of my life
A metaphor of what it'd be like
If things did really change
But truth be told
If I could travel back
I'd do it all again
For I know that this the best I can be
And on that fact I'm sold
And it's all in my name
To cease what I lack
And set myself free
A man clad in black
Invisible in the night
Walking through the stars
A shadow
One unwilling to fight
Travelling very far
A silhouette aglow
Under the moonlight
A soul barely afloat
Above the depths of hell
Trying to maintain
A grasp on reality
But even if things could change
I would refuse
Because I know
What it's like to lose
And now I know what to avoid
What's a lie and what's truth
Without my failures
I'd still have no clues
I'd walk forwards blind
Unaware and lost
Nothing to find
Be an adult, cannot
So if I would go back in time
And change the truth of who I am
If I had that power
I'd do it all again

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