Maybe in another life,
my dad wouldn\'t leave
when I was only eleven.
I wouldn\'t have to learn so young
that some hugs only live on in memories.
Maybe in another life,
my sister would never hate me,
and my home would still feel
like a place where I belong.
Maybe in another life,
the pain wouldn\'t be so heavy,
and there would never be a day
when I believed giving up was the only way out.
But this was the life I was given.
The life where I learned to smile
with a broken heart.
Where every memory hurts,
every absence weighs on me,
and every night is a little harder to survive.
Sometimes I look up at the sky
and wonder what my life would have been like
if none of it had happened.
And I always end up thinking the same thing...
Maybe in another life.