How many times have I shut my eyes and hit myself in the head?
Over something that i could have done....
should have done and what should have been said?
Well, oh well. I guess I'll have to think of something else to do.
What the hell. I think I'll sit around and sulk over you.
Complain and cry! I don't know why.
What a fucking waste.
GO! How many times have I shut my mouth
and wished a hole through the wall?
Now and then. I shake my head.
Now it's dead because I made the wrong call.
What's a day without regrets?
To me it's nothing new.
How many times have I regressed just when i thought of you?