i’m tired
of
living
in
coulda-woulda-shoulda land
with all these regrets of mine
for next door neighbours
as my mind labours
on how things would be
if i had acted differently
i'm tired
of
having
these
coulda-woulda-shoulda dreams
where i see what i should have done
the options i could have chosen
the moment of truth seems frozen
and i can’t help but sigh
wishing for another try
i'm tired
of
taking
this
coulda-woulda-shoulda pill
and washing it down
with a gallon of ifs
i feel trapped in this abyss
such a high price to pay
for wishing i could change yesterday
i’m tired
of
singing
these
coulda-woulda-shoulda songs
to the beat of my tears
the minor key
has become my symphony
what’s wrong with Life
He blurs our vision but gives perfect hindsight
i'm tired
of
living
with
coulda-woulda-shoulda blues
i brandish my knife
must be cruel to be kind
so i condition my mind
and with not a tear, not a sigh
i watch these coulda-woulda-shouldas dieWww@QuestionHome@Com