"Yesterday, when I was young There were so many songs That waited to be sung So many wild pleasures That lay in store for me And so much pain My dazzled eyes re

"Yesterday, when I was young There were so many songs That waited to be sung So many wild pleasures That lay in store for me And so much pain My dazzled eyes refused to see I ran so fast that time And youth at last ran out And I never stopped to think What life was all about And every conversation That I can recall Concerned itself with me And nothing else at all" -- https://youtu.be/7GtzB8cfkh0 https://youtu.be/7GtzB8cfkh0 Sometimes I feel every life has been lived more than once, and maybe if we were different we wouldn't have to, but sometimes I wonder if it's what's tough that makes us who we are. Guess we'll have to wait until we can transplant memories so we can all learn from our mistakes, without suffering them ourselves.