Sitting here reminiscing on the times we’ve had
Thinking what I could’ve done right
But I can’t change the past
And if I could it wouldn’t be the same
So I just sit here with this lit cigarette in my hand
Swimming in my thoughts, I feel a tear come out of my eye
As it falls upon my cheek I sweep it away hoping that no one will see me
I just watch my reflection in the window
I look at myself thinking could it be me
All I see is a woman who was mostly naïve
Worrying about the least important things
But in return I get stabbed in the heart and I want to scream hoping that it’s just a dream
But I can’t I have to hold my composure just like any other human being
So I just sit in this chair wondering what I’ve could’ve done to intervene
