If I could go back into the past, I'd change the entire cast.
I'd show myself how the world is insanely vast.

I'd change it so I could share in the laughs.
I'd change it so I could at long last dock my raft.
I'd change it so I wouldn't be last.
I'll change it so it's a whole new graph.
I'll change it so I can even have half.
I'll change it so my world contrasts.

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Such a faded bit.
Can you remember how it hit?
That feeling of being it?

She was rather quick.
Knocked us right into a pit.
Staring at her lips.
I swore we were going to kiss.

The top was lifted.
I never followed through with it.
The view was conflicted.
I was afraid it'd go how I predicted.

Here I now sit.
Office desks are who I'm with.
A looming desire to quit.
The past feels like a myth.
Nothing ever fits.
Learned the hard way, I have no gift.
The flames of the past lit.

Relationships are hard to comprehend.
Covered in the weight unable to stand.
Even to this day I can't understand.
Why did I choose a life so bland?

There was this vibrant girl seated on the window sill.
Each encounter, I had to confirm whether her presence was real.
All of my secrets became tempting to spill.
The box of wonders, I ended up not filling.

What if I couldn't grasp my last chance and now we're at the end of this dance?

I look out the window to the top of the hill.
I see everyone dancing around a garden of frills.
I'm here slaving away to pay the bills.
The feeling of an outcast sparks a desire to kill.

If I could rewind to the past, I'd change its cast.
I'd show myself people don't have to be stuck as last.

I'd change it so I could share in the crafts.
I'd change it so the memories would show a blast.
I'd change it so I could enjoy in a laugh.
I'd change it so the friendships would block the draft.
I'll change it so it's a whole new graph.
I'll change it so I can even have half.
I'll change it so my world contrasts.

Left to guide us is a map.
It conveys a generic lap.
No details with the facts.
Filled with mile long gaps.
Missing the legend of traps.
No better than a piece of scrap.
It doesn't tell you where anything is at.

Into the deep end you took a dive.
Mistake the tide and it's hard to survive.
The ripples extend to an unknown mass.
Through the hardships and past.

Sinking into the soil leaving a trail.
What creeps behind is ever so frail.

It takes everything to adapt to a detour from the tracks.
Precious moments wasted on the way there and back.

I'm always caught up in the past to the point it detracts from my tasks.
We can't predict the future but we can live in the past.

If I could take it all back...
I'd show myself what I lacked.
If I could mend the cracks...
There'd be nothing to obstruct my path.

If I could turn time back;If I could alter the past...

I'd change it so I could share in the laughs.
I'd change it so the friendships would block the draft.
I'd change it so I'm no longer under attack.
I'd change it so I could at long last dock my raft.
I'll change it so the scenery isn't pitch black.
I'll change it so it's a whole new graph.
I'll change it so I can even have half.
I'll change it so my world contrasts.

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