time machine

We've talked, we've been through this.
We said we'd be strong and put the past behind us.
We were good. Great. Perfect.
But we were just somehow not meant to be. Apparently.
I wish I were a psychic so I could choose the correct words and I despise myself for that.
I always had said the things I didn't mean to.
I'm always the one left in the darkness of regret.

You were always there for me.
Always the one to talk to.
Always the one to laugh with.
Always the one to love.
Always the soulmate.

And now always the one to miss.

What if i said?
What if i did?
What if i will?

Will you?
Will you?
Will you?

Baby come back to me.

Chance

You could've been my unintended, choice to live my life extended.

You could've been the one I'll always love.

You could've been the one to listen to my every deepest inquisitions.

You could've been the one I'll always love.