How many dreams quite never come true?
How much life wasted?
How many times that it could have been?
How much love not tasted?

All of the things that could have been said,
All the actions held back.
But for the fear of something gone wrong
And for the knowledge they lack

Life could be rich and meaningful,
A cup full in the morn.
If only they did what they didn't do
Hearts now wouldn't be torn.

As all the wars in the world rage on
Pain's dealt to everyone,
But nothing's like the feeling within
When something wasn't done.