Its every moment that I think..
This could be the last..
This could be the last time..
I ever hug you,
I ever talk to you,
or I ever get to dream of kissing you.
It everday that I think..
This could be a new beginning..
This could be a new begginning for me..
To be better,
To know what I want,
or to just change.
Its every year that I think,
This year could have been..
This year could have been different..
I could have lost some weight,
I could have told him my feelings,
or I could have cut my mom some slack.
Its every dream..
That I wish..
That I wish of him,
of you,
of me,
or us.
It every moment,
of everyday,
of every year,
That I dream,
that I just sit here,
&& think,
of how I could have done better,
&& gotten what I wanted..
but was just to weak..
