Hindsight, how you cruelly cast Sour light upon my memories. There's no one here left to please -unfortunately, no one to share The glowering of the devils glare. They left, each one followed suit. Who am I to point the finger, Can't blame those who didn't linger, Would I have done? Can't say I would; It's sad to watch a life be drained To watch it be reduced to grain And sadder still, with such potential, Oh, it's such a waste they'll say! I'm ruined further by high hopes, If they hadn't said I could I wouldn't be Torn between the life they chose to live through me. It's not my own reality I was told, I'd fulfil all dreams Though not my own, so it seems.