we've got the dreamers disease
Six minutes of indecision followed by the wrong decision. Or was it right? You never really know until all that you've done has become a memory you can look back on. There are no mistakes, only lessons, and every decision is a fork in the road, we can never escape the what if's maybe in a parallel universe, there would be no lies, no insecurities, nothing wrong at all. We'd all be happy and be free of heartache. We'd all love until our hearts give out and we'd know nothing of pain. But that would be boring, we'd never learn, we'd never have stories to tell.