and i can't help but feel that this could have ended differently.

and i can't help but think that i could have changed the ending.

and i can't help but think that if i had only done something different...

i can't help help but think that i should have been different that night...

maybe you'd still be here.

maybe you'd be standing in front of me, with your arms wrapped tightly around me in this rain,
instead of me standing here alone with it dripping down my cold cheeks waiting for you to appear...

maybe you'd be here next to me.

i can't help but feel...

i would have been different
i could have been different
i should have been different...

i can't help but think...

i wouldn't have said that
i shouldn't have said that...

maybe you'd be...

he would still be here...
he could still be here...
he should still be here...

maybe we'd be . . .