I could’ve been a contender;
I could‘ve been a conqueror,
Instead of a bum, which is what I am.
I could’ve been a participant;
I could’ve been a successor,
Instead of a crumb, which is what I am.
I could’ve declared my love;
I could’ve been her fevourite,
Instead of dumb, which is what I am.
Let me be what I am now
As no regrets would make me good,
Instead regrets may damage me.
What I would’ve been weigh me
More than what I had been.
21.07.2008
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