May 14, 1974
I’m just too busy to cry right now so I guess I might as
well laugh
It’s too late to say I’m sorry, perhaps it always was.
It’s too early for me to die, so I guess I’ll keep on
living.
You made me mad; you made me cry; you made me do all sorts
of terrible things; I’m trying to figure out what I did for myself.
If principle is all I have left, I’d better hold on tight
before I lose that, too.
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