As time passes you get farther away,
With every breath I seem to take.
I\'m regretting more often,
Taking risks less often.
I find myself looking in places for you,
That I know I\'ll never find you.
Yet here I am thinking,
I\'m pondering the what ifs.
What could\'ve beens,
What shouldves beens.
And never taking them in.
So I\'m sitting here with the results of my choice.
Twiddling my thumbs thinking to myself,
Why didn\'t I?