I wake up in the dead of night ajar, questions of what I could have done go far, and not a single one proves to be true,I know it, and so do you, the past is set. But my mind, it cannot quick forget.

No matter how many dreams I think up, and no matter how many plans I see, if they were real, they would crumble quickly, this reality isn't as kind see? I can hope, regret, and dream, to be free, these dreams of fated insecuritiy.

I need to realize, perhaps it is true, I could have done better, done something new. But at the time it'd be no easier, knowing what I know now, knowing not too, I don't know everything, I never do.

Million variables swirl in my head, Yet still millions more are out of reach, and yet in my dream it seems so easy, and yet even with a second redo, It'd be no easier. I understand.

I did my best, that is all I can do. Those moments of bliss, the flowers bloomed true? They will never be the same as back then, but that's okay, because I tried my best, I've walked my path, and I'd be damned if not.

We can be stuck in the past, set as stone, and yet if we never move, we'll starve. So I need to keep going, painful is; I need to keep going, for happiness.

I know in my heart that one day this'll fade, So thankyou, for the memories we made.

If I went back would I do a different thing? Perhaps not, because my heart did not sing. I tried my best, and I can't deny so, this is how it was meant to go, I know.

The past is never simple as it seems, If I went back, my dreams would show their seams, I wish it was as simple as it seemed. Such a simple life is but fever dreams.