he's living my life
his present, what my past should've been
my glory blew in the wind
his story again on ten news, I could've
been in his shoes
his passion, what my present should've been
I slacked in my actions, barely making dividends
my small rations is of no satisfaction
his successful career, it should've been mine
but since it's not, I have conversations with
beer and wine
I'm running out of time
the should've, would've and coulds, time kept moving
but I carelessly stood, never pursuing
I'm brewing with regrets,
the man on the set, which shoul've been me
the six figure income with the overpayed salary
he's living my life, I'll just let it be