Shoulda - Coulda - Woulda
been alone in my mind a while.
terrible place, really.
it's making me really look at things,
and making me understand things,
and I'm finally getting there, I think.
it ain't all butterflies and roses and pretty days,
and the travel is bumpy and uncomfortable, ]
and things just don't always work out how you'd like 'em to.
been depressed a while, too.
happens to me a lot, when I go to thinking.
you know how, when you go to bed at night,
and you just wanna go off to sleep,
but your mind says,
"Oh, no... first we're gonna go over every stupid thing
that you ever did in your whole lifetime...."
and you do that?
then you get all the "shoulda" "woulda" "coulda" thoughts
and you know that, now, but didn't then...
and you just keep rolling deeper and deeper,
and eventually you finally fall asleep.
and then, sadly, you awaken in the morning.
I can't even get to the end of this now....
maybe another time.
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