You go from day to day,
never thinking of who's passing you by.
You always think you're here to stay,
whether it's planned or on the fly.

You never think twice about what you do, say, or think.
What you might do to others, or how it effects them.

It's always been about you.
You're sentences always begin with, "I", "me", or "my".
Something someone else says can't be true,
everyone else is just a passerby.

What about when it all goes to hell?
What then will you do?

You kept everyone out of arm's reach,
so no one could touch you.
Now you wish you could grab the bleach
before your debts start to accrue.

Something you never realized was that it was all your fault.
How could have it been you, it must've been someone else.

The thoughts of, "maybe if I had" start to appear.
You wish things were different,
how things should have adhered.
But now that all seems insignificant.

You can change it all, despite what you might think.
All it takes is a little thought.