O! the lives I've wasted The lives I could have led If different paths I'd taken And different people I'd met.
O! what friends were lost When just around the corner they lay Their voices heard but their faces hidden O! why had Destiny to steer me this way.
With my life here in my hands My impulsive moves and slow meanderings My efforts regulated by my will to abstain In gaining my present position What have I lost elsewhere And what have others lost Because of my absence there.
No, I haven't killed anyone, this is about regrets and what ifs, a bit of existential angst