It Could've Been Me

I didn't really know if it's just the distance and unfamiliarity that hits me... or i'm just deeply coated in disbelief of everything i've known these days.

It's not like I gave it all up for nothing, right?

Because I knew to myself that we were just impossible... or were we?

Or I'm actually just set upon the thought that I still won't choose him after all. Even if he'll ask me to.

But how come it became scrutinizing to see you with someone else?

I supported you before, because I just can't change myself for you.

But if only I knew that my delusional and coping intuitions will come to life, I'd really like to ask myself... will I choose to stay though?

Even with all the uncertainties?

Because... it could've been me. If only I stood right and waited for everything to spit in alternate.