She could have had more,
and the very thought of that cut her to the core. When she
looked back on her past, she'd sigh and wish she'd
made it last. Because she didn't end up the way that
she'd hoped. She hid in the corner and moped. She was shy
and afraid, and when someone took over, she'd cave. She
could have had so much more. She could have had children and
adventures, she could have more Polaroids in her picture
collection. That's how her story goes.