No sense in crying over spilt milk
Let the Dog come and lick it
Wipe the place clean
Start all over again
Life is an unfinished painting
Work in progress
Oil on Canvas
Everybody leaves impressions
Then You apply the finishing touches
But it never Ends
Milk spills again
You take a deep breath and go on
Psychotherapy or not
One day You will realize
The Dreams You chase
Are a Mirage
And that is what makes it so Painful
Let the Dog come and lick it
Wipe the place clean
Start all over again
Life is an unfinished painting
Work in progress
Oil on Canvas
Everybody leaves impressions
Then You apply the finishing touches
But it never Ends
Milk spills again
You take a deep breath and go on
Psychotherapy or not
One day You will realize
The Dreams You chase
Are a Mirage
And that is what makes it so Painful
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