It shoulda been different.
Easy to say.
If we coulda done that,
Woulda things changed?
Who am I to know what you
Should or shouldn’t do?
Who can tell if what we feel is true?
If I woulda seen it coming
I coulda moved away.
I guess I shoulda
But I didn’t.
So now I say,
“Better to love and lose
Than never love at all.”
Trite as it may sound to you,
The writing’s on the wall
And has been all the while.
I just didn’t see it there before.
This tale’s at its end
There just isn’t anymore.