Alone in a bedroom a field of dreams was
wrecked by his own plow
A bunch of what if's,could've beens and "if I
only knew what I knew now"
Why can't it be easy like pushing the red
button and redoing some parts
Would love still be love ,pain still be pain if we
all had redo's and restarts
Would we ever learn from our past mistakes
or just keep pushing
Would life be more appreciated if it wasn't a
bitch and so crushing or just keep pushing
that Easy Button you wish exist
D