It could've been different if I sang the song so
long ago, and now I'm feeling like I'm stuck in
slow motion again. But all I've got is time.
Running around in circles, just to find that
peace of mind. And you know I'm gonna get what's
mine. I've lost touch, too much sympathy. Follow
me, don't bother me. Fragments of each sentence
representing anything I think. And still I try to
smile, and still I try to laugh. And still I'll
never change, I'm stuck here studying the past.
So count me in. No, count me out; it happened
again. (CHORUS) It could've been. Should've been.
Would've been different cause I know now what I
never knew then It could've been.

It could've been different if the frgaments of
each sentence were reminiscent of a sing-along
song I sang so long ago. And still I try to
smile, and still I try to laugh, just to find
that peace of mind. And you know I'm gonna get
what's mine. So count me in. No, count me out,
because it happended again. (CHORUS) Forget about
apologies, I'm not a sorry kid. So sing along with
me. Same song we used to sing.