Day Dream

I sit here and day dream,
About the things that I have done.
Was I right, was I wrong?
Was I happy and joyful?
Was I week... or was I strong.

Could I have done something different?
Most likely.
Would I change it?
Probably not.
I'd be too scared,
To find out what could have been worse.

I'm scared of the truth.
Something I can never handle.
But throw it at me.
It's probably for the best.

Did you ever feel anything for me?
Do it.
Say it.
Can't change anything anymore.
You lost me.
I'm through with you.