It's always the stories we never read,
That keeps us up at night.
The ending is just a mystery,
We're desperate to solve.
It's the "what ifs" that we secretly wish happened,
That we really wish we'd chosen.
Those scenarios we make up in our minds,
That keep playing over and over when we close our eyes.
We feel guilty for those "what ifs" that we didn't give a fair chance to,
But the fear of repeating history stops us from trying....
I'm sorry for not giving a fair chance...
