I’m so tired
But I can’t seem to sleep...
Instead, I stare at the ceiling
Thinking at what could have been And what could be
What if that one small part of me that I hate...
That one small part of me that makes everyone look at me differently...
Sometimes I think about what my future holds And what it could be
What if the person I have loved since I was five wasn’t leaving?
What if my dog was still alive?
What if I hadn’t talked to him?
Would he still be here?
What if I hadn’t said that?
“What if’s” control our lives
And it makes me tired
I just want to sleep
But I can’t