regret, i'll not be a prisoner in your cell.
regret, i'll not be at the bottom of your well.
regret, i'll not be looking through your bars.
regret, I'll not be dreaming of your stars.
sometimes it comes - big regret -
and i haven't learned to deal with it yet
and it's not that i'm unhappy in life
just wonder what would have happened
on different lines.
what if, i wonder how?
so far away from here and now.
if only, i wish;
i'll never know those paths i missed.
sometimes it comes - big regret -
catches me unawares lest i should forget.
weighs me down; blocks me out,
just when i thought i'd got rid of the doubt.
and i know it makes no sense at all
to let the "what ifs" come and pin me to the wall.
but i'm standing here in the face of regret
and i don't know how to deal with it yet.