If only, If only...

If only...

So fruitless

If only...

But I don't know how to fix this mess

and you don't want to try

So I'm left forever saying if...

If only, what?

If only I'd change, you'd change

What would we be left with?

Certainly not us

but I would've changed for you

Pretended I was butterfly and this was spring

but It wouldn't be

You've given in

and so should I

The End

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