Regrets In the town stood a house, in the house lived a man, Alone with his dreams of what might have been, If his life had gone to plan A wife, a home, a family, but it was not to be, Dictated to by parents, devoid of company Loneliness his only friend, working fingers to the bone Just a loveless existence, with no-one to call his own Living for his work, and working for his living A disappointment to his family, kin can be so unforgiving Money pays the bills and it can buy you friends Keeping the peace and doing favours The demands they never end At everybody’s mercy for never saying no Yearning for bedtime cos he's always on the go Dog-tired and depressed, used and unappreciated Everything he does for others is not reciprocated In the town stands a house, in the house lives a man Alone with his dreams of what might have been