Maybe it's all just a series of "what ifs" and it's over.
What if the record had been a hit? Sold a couple million and the money had rolled in.
What if I had gone to law school?
What if she had stayed? You know, that one girl, that one time.
What if the army had seen fit to draft me in spite of my vision problems?
What if my father had been in the picture?
What if mom hadn't bought me those guitars? What if she hadn't brought home all those records?
I shoulda' done better, I suppose. I coulda' done worse. It's slow going, opening a heart.
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