All around me the people laugh
While I'm stuck here throwing ones
Each new roll brings back old memories
Past thoughts of what I have done
Old successes pat me on the back
While old failures sneer in my face
Old friends come back to greet me
As old enemies insult me with bad grace
I think of things I could have done
I think of things I never did
I think of every regret that still weighs me
Because fear left me rigid
And the phantoms all just pass me by
Not stopping to give any care
And I'm still stuck at this table
Stuck in this prison called a chair
And I'm up while the dawn is breaking
Even though my heart is aching
I should be drinking a toast to absent friends
Instead of these comedians
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