The Weight of What Could Have Been
What could have been, if only we had stayed
What could have been, if only we had stayed
A friendship that was meant to be, but drifted away
The what-ifs and maybes, they haunt me still
A painful reminder of what we never will
In this weight of what could have been, I'm lost
Haunted by the ghosts of what we never possessed
The memories we made, now taunt me still
A friendship that's silenced, forever locked in the chill
In this weight of what could have been, I search for peace
A solace that eludes me, a fleeting release
But it's lost in the haze of memory's fog
A friendship that's silenced, forever locked in the bog
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