Regrets
Regrets
In the town stood a house, in the house lived a man,
Alone with his dreams of what might have been,
If his life had gone to plan
A wife, a home, a family, but it was not to be,
Dictated to by parents, devoid of company
Loneliness his only friend, working fingers to the bone
Just a loveless existence, with no-one to call his own
Living for his work, and working for his living
A disappointment to his family, kin can be so unforgiving
Money pays the bills and it can buy you friends
Keeping the peace and doing favours
The demands they never end
At everybody’s mercy for never saying no
Yearning for bedtime cos he's always on the go
Dog-tired and depressed, used and unappreciated
Everything he does for others is not reciprocated
In the town stands a house, in the house lives a man
Alone with his dreams of what might have been
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