What-If?

Oh look am loosing the key
Losing it and my sanity
Midnight hour
Breathing in cigars
Oh look its shery
Bubly makimg things misty
And everything seems merry
But am still loosing it
Though all looks fine
Chosing guns over roses tonight
Oh am doing it makin it grand
But nothing stops my plan
Am loosing myself tonight
Stoped fighting caring for might
Stopped hoping for another say
I have accepted dark my fait
Walking towards the midnight doom
The sword plunged in my back
On my knees I crawl and think alas!
What if I had another day
Abother chance to flush this dismay