My Unlived Life

There are places I would go,
places I could never take you to,
love affairs I’ll never know
in my unlived life.

I dreamed I had a different name
and I wore the dress he gave to me
but when I woke I was the same
in my unlived life.

There’s always someone else
I want to be.
There’s always something else
I want to see.
I look through the looking glass
but it’s always just me
dreaming my unlived life
me and my unlived life.

And I might never work it through.
I might always mourn the things I’m missing.
But I will give myself to you
and all of my unlived life
me and my unlived life.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield and Kristin Diable

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