"Story of My Life" aches with regret for choices not made. Our narrator had some good times, sure, but he never told the girl at the front of the room about his true feelings for her. Similarly, he never extended himself to get a job downtown thanks to his ratty clothes and lack of self-confidence. Now he sits alone in his room, playing someone else's music (and a love song at that), thinking of the girl he never approached in high school. The narrator is not a successful guitar player - he never mentions playing in front of a crowd or on stage - and he's stuck in his home town... A town where all his friends have fled and the communal hot spot, the pool hall, is gone for good, replaced by a pathetic chain store designed to suck spare change out of your pockets. As he said, he only wanted to do what he thought was right, but it seems that he never did... And now it's too late.