Keeping My Mistakes Replayed

Keeping my mistakes replayed, Is just too much. With a play decaying, Out of touch! And... Erases what we gave to save. Keeping my mistakes replayed, Is just too much. With increasing hating... Rough enough, To... Knock me out on my behind. Not taking a chill pill that could heal, Erases what we gave to save. To let the spilling of milk just build, Erases what we gave to save. And a pouting grouched over mole hills, Erases what we gave to save... That kept manifesting raged days, And made me run away. Yes. Made me run away. Keeping my mistakes replayed, Is just too much. With a play decaying, Out of touch! And... Erases what we gave to save. Keeping my mistakes replayed, Is just too much. With increasing hating... Rough enough, To... Knock me out on my behind. And that time is not mine to find.