Looking through the window
to what could've been.
staring, hoping I could undo.
I know I was wrong,but when?
I've burnt way too many bridges
and I regret every inch of it.
I wish there were switches,
only then I'd be able to change it.
but I guess its useless,
Everything happens for a reason,
and me standing here helpless,
it might have a big reason.
What has happened ,has happened.
There's no undoing it.
It might have helped you strenghten -
or soften,but in the end, its worth it.
And on the bright side,
I'm still breathing,I'm alive.
and I've got no reason to hide
I won't look back, I'll thrive.