Standing in the dark Hall of life, Looking at what was before, and anticipating what is to come, You get this feeling of hopelessness, Of things being out of your control.
The life you had imagined never came to be, The love you deserved never truly was.
Standing in the great Hall of life, looking backward you are filled with regret, just as you are filled with dread when you look forward.
To have not even een modicum of control over the outcome of anything fills you with pain and uncertainty.
The only thought going through your mind being: please let her reconsider (10000000^~x).