• Life itself
    Is spelled
    With an "if"

    There are so many words
    Left unspoken
    Dreams lost as dreams,
    Instead of making them a reality

    There are so many things I wonder
    So many things
    I stay up at night
    Dreaming, thinking about at night...

    If I weren't here, would everything and everyone know life the way they do?
    If I were there all the times you were in pain, would I have saved you?
    If we weren't friends, would you be a different person?
    If we hadn't kissed, would you ever tell me?
    If I hadn't left, would we still be friends?
    If I had told you, would we still be friends?

    I lie awake,
    So tired I can't sleep...
    I lie awake,
    And dream about what my life would have been...
    Could have been...

    It's so easy to ask "What if"
    It's so easy to dwell in the past...
    But now I'm turning away
    I'm turning away...
    To the future
    To decide on things happening now
    So I don't look back
    And regret everything
    So I don't have to look back
    And ask myself, late at night,
    "What if?"