I regret the way it all began, I regret the way it finished.
I regret the day I told you, those words that meant so much to me.
I regret being misunderstood, and how I just let it be.
I regret how I pretended, and chose to live the lie.
And that I believed them every time, when words were not enough.
I regret for hurting myself, when I should be proud because I have something wiser in me than you.
I regret that I believed you, and I regret the way I did.
I regret the way I didn’t say, all that plagued my mind.
I regret the way I wanted you here, but there was nothing I could do.
I regret how I still care, and how I’m still thinking of you.
I regret being afraid, afraid of what made life so real.
I regret trying to run away, from all that I would feel.
I regret the way I said it, cause that really wasn’t me.
I regret the way I shouldn’t regret, but still my heart just breaks.
And though I know I’m better now, I regret why I regret so much then.
And since everything seems to fall in place, it’s your turn to regret the same way.