Regret. I've spent my wholel life avoiding it. Doing everthing possible to be regret free. I finally got tired of running. And the mounting regret has finally caught up with me. I look back now at all the little mistakes, the poor behaviour, the total fuck ups, and wish for nothing more than to go back and right them. If only, if only. So many things, little white lies told, sneaking out to this party or that concert, kissing a friend and wrecking a friendship, forgetting to say I love you while there was still time, turning away from a good thing, and not walking into something better. So many mistakes, and there's not a damned thing I can do to fix it. I wonder, is there something I could have done, to make it work out, to get over this arguement or that, to make her last days happier? And I tell myself it isn't my fault, but in my heart, it's so hard to believe it. Not even the biggest spoonfull of sugar in the world can make this medicine go down. But I still hope it'll help, and I still pray to fix it all, and I wish on every clock and star and candle to be able to go back and change it. Maybe someday, I'll get the chance. That's all. ZoomZoom(:
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