Too Late

Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

That's the story of my life.

I plan things out, I think about it, think how well it's gonna turn out. Yet, it barely happens, because I never feel like doing it until the last day, and by then I can't do too much.
I never raise my hand or speak out, and after that, I wished I could go back in time and do it.

One day, I'm going to face something that I should have done. I could have done. I would have done. But I don't think I'll be able to. Soon, I'll regret it. I'll wish for things to rewind, but nothing's going to happen.

I should have done it. I could have done it. I would have done it.

But I didn't.
And now it's too late.