Have you ever sat and wondered
What it would be like to fix those blunders
You’ve been dwelling on for so long
You ask how you lived them wrong?
But that’s life’s mystery
Never answered by history
Always yours to take the blame
And hang your head in angry shame
You wish for little re-dos
Of the things you hate the most
So fantastic things can come from the goo
And you can have the perfect life to boast?