What do you see when you look back?
Am I that boy that you regret?
Was I everything that you imagined
or do you wish we never happened?

And now it's too late to say I'm sorry
at least things never were boring
there are few thing I'd like to say
and a million things I'd change

I'll climb up to your window
read you those poems
the ones you never heard
the ones I always wrote

and if there's anything you want to hear
I'll whisper those words into your ears
and if there's anything that I can say
just promise that you're listening

So was it worth it, a thing I said?
"If things were different..." or am I mislead
If we could change why stay the same
and what's this purpose with nothing to gain

I'm standing here watching you drive away
everything's wrong and we've both changed
I never knew it could be this hard
and I never said I cross my heart

Why do we need to look back?
What's the obsession with the past
did you ever think or imagine
that all of this could ever happen?

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