All the Could’ves and Should’ves
engraved in my brain,
while the Want to’s and Need to’s
are sounding the same.
Have the Have to’s all fled?
Are the Couldn’ts all dead?
‘Cause I want to and need to,
but Nothing was said.
Can I take a trip of magic time
if I swallow all these pills?
Can I sacrifice a troubled mind?
Should a crippled soul be killed?
Do you know the place where dreams are born?
Can a scream be taken back?
Can you paste together a life that’s torn?
Is Confusion red or black?
The What if’s try to capture me.
Will the Wonders ever cease?
As the Somedays try to set me free,
Just to offer up some peace.
Are the Have to’s all void?
Are the Couldn’ts destroyed?
‘Cause the Maybes are something
that I just can’t avoid.
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