a man takes his seat by himself
he stares at his plate life has taken a bite
i want to cry or just cry out
wanting to speak but i don't even try
so we go on our way to wind down the days
what is it that makes life this way?
i will leave you alone as you leave me
what could have been had i not kept to my own?
there is a woman i see every week on the street
i think of the life we could have if i'd speak
we don't say a word lovers who will never meet
i have to live out my life in my sleep
What Could've Been
walking around in a cage every day
what is it that makes life this way?
i'm just a simple man who's lost his way
hoping that i'll find real life one day
shrinking through life never making a sound
who will hear us when we hit the ground?
a shile at last as my head hits the floor
i don't have to live like this anymore.