Can you spend your whole life wondering?
Always about what could have been.
Now listen to me love.
Only for a moment.
I just can't keep looking back;
On what could have been.
Every time I get to thinking.
I'm called back from the past.
It's leaving gaping holes in my sanity.
Questions from the past shatter.
Like so many pieces of broken glass.
It's echoing inside of me.
How hard would it be;
To leave it all behind?
We could start to build a future.
One where we never wonder again;
About what could have been.
