There was a time
When plans were my religion.
A world of schemes,
925 dreams prediction

But I confess, got into a mess
'Cause all my days run wild
Days run wild,
While I'm wondering

What's going wrong
All things I've planned
Got right out of my hands
And leave me upside down.

Lost my smile
And my friend, Mr.
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