shoulda, woulda, coulda

In the absence of your story
I had to write my own.

In the absence of your love
I had to find my own.

In the absence of your voice
I had to hear my own.

Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
Share your story,
I’ll share mine.
Together, who knows
what we will find.

I had a love once
I thought I knew
But he held back
the things that were true.

In the absence of his story
I had to write my own.

In the absence of his honesty
I had to trust my own.

In the absence of his truth
I had to find my own.

Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Share your story
I’ll share mine.
Together, who knows
what we will find.

I had a love once
I thought I knew.
Don’t hold back
the things that are true.

Don’t hold back
the things that are true.

In the absence of his story
I had to write my own.

In the absence of his honesty
I had to trust my own.

In the absence of his truth
I had to find my own.



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