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61. If Only, If Only, If Only

If only, if only, if only...
What shy words of faulty wisdom and pity
I would have, could have, should have...
Phrases plainly mendacious; not witty

If only there were a device to make time turn on itself
If only I could mend my mistakes before they appeared
If only my eyes were green instead of blue
If only I could have faced all that I have feared

If only love was but a fragment of one's mind
If only God was but a mythical being
If only poverty could perish in guilt
If only I could watch the world falling apart without seeing

If only everyone could just leave me in peace
If only I could sit here and do nothing at all
If only life were just a tad less complicated
If only an angel would hint to me before I would fall

If only things were the opposite of what they are now
If only I were able to polish all of life's imperfections
If only high school would just end tomorrow
If only I would never have to suffer pain and rejection

If only I accepted everything the way it is
If only I appreciated all that I possess
If only my heart were a little more open
If only I could free myself out of this mess
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