To be or not to be ...

I figured out that eveything since you has been nothing.

Everything before you was a warmup.

And you were the needle in the haystack, the diamond in the rough.

If only I could turn back the clocks.
Yet since I can't, I ask you to reconsider or at least another thought.

My oversight is a nightmare.
Repitition is suicide.
Your absence in my life is death.

Just a chance is all I ask.