In a Moment

In a moment, how she can slip away
What once was may never be again
Whether you can accept that or not; whether you want it or not
Words chosen wisely, actions thoroughly considered
Be conscious of your every move because the importance of each one is huge
This is not a time for winning or losing; there are far more significant issues at stake
In this life, second chances are never guaranteed 

In a moment,  how she can slip away
How different perceptions can lead you in different directions
How a lack of communication can lead to too many misinterpreted thoughts
And before the reconciliation, a life may have already moved forward
While another may never do so again
Recognize your options and their potential costs before each decision
In this life, second chances are never guaranteed

Quiet, comfortless nights drag you to depths unknown 
In and out of consciousness, endless opportunities to psychoanalyze these erroneous ways 
Gentle words from a voice faintly recognizable, the scent on the pillow far from familiar
A silhouette, dimly lit and missing many features, still demands your attention
Far removed from that life, but still seeking forgiveness even after it’s much too late
Like a fool waiting for lightning to strike twice
Like a fool…waiting
Like a fool

In a moment,  how she can slip away
Do you endure or retreat? Do you step up or step aside?
When all of these different paths finally converge, will you be what she needs you to be?
Decisions made to affect more than just this present day
Will you be able to come to terms with these choices that you are about to make? 
Will you be able to accept the consequences that result from any inactions that you do not take?
In this life, second chances are never guaranteed

In a moment,  how she can slip away
When the slightest hesitation confirms truths that no words can disprove
A moment forever memorized, a phrase repeated, a look of disappointment etched in your mind
You walked away. You walked away
When a compassionate heart is all that she asked for, your ego still held you back.
Why do the right words always seem to flow so effortlessly only after it is too late?
In this life, second chances are never guaranteed

Quiet, comfortless nights drag you to depths unknown 
In and out of consciousness, endless opportunities to psychoanalyze these erroneous ways 
Gentle words from a voice faintly recognizable, the scent on the pillow far from familiar
A silhouette, dimly lit and missing many features, still demands your attention
Far removed from that life, but still seeking forgiveness even after it’s much too late
Like a fool waiting for lightning to strike twice
Like a fool…waiting
Like a fool

In a moment, how she can slip away
When you watch but cannot see how badly she’s falling apart
When you listen but aren’t hearing a word she is saying
When all she needs is a hug to know she’s not in this alone
And, like a coward, you make not a move 
When all that that was becomes synonymous with all that is forgotten 
In this life, second chances are never guaranteed

In a moment,  how she can slip away
Years later and the memory of what was continue to torment a restless mind
Unanswered questions, the what-ifs trapping you in a shell that won’t break
Through peaks and valleys, you dragged around in such agonizing circles
Every day, still a day of anxiety, a day of confusion, a day of sadness
As you take this in every which direction with no idea how to make sense of any of it
In this life, second chances are never guaranteed

Quiet, comfortless nights drag you to depths unknown 
In and out of consciousness, endless opportunities to psychoanalyze these erroneous ways 
Gentle words from a voice faintly recognized, the scent on the pillow far from familiar
A silhouette, dimly lit and missing many features, still demands your attention
Far removed from that life, but still seeking forgiveness even after it’s much too late
Like a fool waiting for lightning to strike twice
Like a fool…waiting
Like a fool