It happens (back in the blues)

It happens, to lose control in no motion.
Everything turn the same, the old same self.
No turning back the time, the ghosts are back by themselves.
You are the same old nasty man, so proud to be mean.
It just happens that I can’t take anymore,
so I’m waiting to be lift from my misery,
could take some time, maybe the time that’s left.

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