Just gave up the last thing I wanted
And I don’t know what the next will be
So I’ll sit quietly pretending
That wanting naught is being free

Yet wanting and not having
Is sweeter than not wanting at all
And longing, warmer than the peace
Blowing now through me

Still each breath is lighter
Knowing the worst is past
I’ve figured what I didn’t know
The dice weren’t mine to cast

But what comfort is being good
If its not by choice
But by lack of courage or chance
To give desires a voice


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