Visions of What Could Have Been

I got up this morning with a case of heartbreak
There's sounds in the next room that kept me awake
the chainholder kept his lock on you tight
As you continue onbound by him through the night
I walked through the muck and stepped into the rain
Visions of what could have been drive me insane

Your cruel spell cast by words misspoken
Left someone cold, tempted, and heartbroken.
My spiderweb locked so firm round your wrist
as your chain holder crushes the spider with a fist
The beautiful vixen was hiding her gun
Visions of what could've been make me want to run

The benchwarming lion tries hard to accept
But his heart jumps two feet from some kind of neglect
Your selfishness heals his acceptance and joy
But feels not so bad about being your toy
It all feels so thrilling so pretty and wild
Visions of what could've been make me feel like a child

The death juggling doctor heard something so sick
That it numbed all the pain with some kind of trick
Now there's really nothing much more to be done
But love my own heartbreak and try to have fun
And sometimes its fun to live in a mess
And visions of what could have been should be repressed

My fantasies and love are all mine alone
Nothing for no one to hate or condone
We live in the present; love comes from within
But you treat my feelings like you don't know where they've been
Living in a shipwreck in a lifetime of storms
Visions of what could've been keep me so warm

The wise old professor he knew everything
The singer learned lyrics but never did sing
Now that were all crazy; nothing really much matters
Not internal pride, nor your external flatter
The bitter reality cuts through like a knife
And visions of what could've been are changing my life