Ghosts of Choices

[Verse 1]
Somewhere I was more ordinary,
same street, same bed, same town.
Somewhere I learned how roots feel
instead of always moving around.

Somewhere I chose one direction,
one love, one version of my name.
Somewhere I stopped reinventing
every time the future changed.

[Chorus]
I miss the lives I never lived,
though they were never really mine.
Ghosts of choices haunt the corners
of a life that turned out fine.

That is the cruel geometry:
one body, one stretch of time.
You can love the road you traveled
and still grieve the roads declined.

[Verse 2]
I chose curiosity often,
chose motion, risk, and reach.
But sometimes I wonder what stability
might have had to teach.

[Bridge]
There is no perfect timeline.
Every paradise has cost.
Every life becomes a cemetery
for possibilities we lost.

[Final Chorus]
So I’ll raise a glass to all of them,
the selves I’ll never meet.
They didn’t die for nothing.
They made this version of me.