Should've, Would've, Could've

Shut out the living
And welcome the dead
Into my fucked up head

Head in the clouds
Of yesterday, tomorrow
But never today

And “could’ve”s
Like spears in my heart
Nothing can change it
Yet anger still boils

Rolling boil rolls off my skin
Scorching the cracked porcelain

Outwardly I reflect strength
But a child cries out inside