Was it what I intended?
Or did I forget my good intentions?
I left them at the door
I left them at the door
Did you believe I could do it?
You didn't cause I know you well enough
You left it at the door
Are we all just jealous?
When we get the gates before us
The odd time they let a few of us in
A few of us in for bliss
And leave the rest at the opening
At the footsteps of the door
Our intentions are always pure
Yet we ourselves are a mess of dirt
Us, those ones left at the foot of the gate.
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