Milk thistle 60 juno

There's no way you heard it you said too much
Easily once or twice too much keep it thrown away
Only way I held my back I hurt too much
To the means I hold before I'll keep them there
To be fair I hold my mouth not to say too much
There's only two things I can know when to say

To fear better than to ask for more
I lose better than to keep
I fought better than to ask again
I know better than to fear
I fell somewhere along