All the what ifs running through my head,
All the what ifs making my dreams... crimson red.
Filling my world, making it cold,
All my what ifs, making me cold and untold.
They always come back to haunt me,
What ifs seem so daunting.
Trying to cry the what ifs away,
But knowing they are here to stay.
The what ifs are ruining my life,
Haunting me all through the night.
Killing me softly from the inside,
What ifs... are making me die.
