Regrets

James M. Zhang, May 2008

Some things you never forget

Like feeling that sense of regret

You’ve done the worst thing at the worst time

And you’re asking yourself why

We all wished we had the ability

To go back in time and right our stupidity

Change something we would do or say

Then maybe things wouldn’t turn out this way

Haunting your thoughts whatever you do

Knowing that the one who caused all this was you

You blame yourself for the shortcomings you see

Only after she says ‘It’s not you, it’s me’

You wonder if all these could have been avoided

If only you said the things her ears so much desired

But now she’s gone, she’s walked away

And you would give anything just for one more day

They say we’ll only start to cherish

After what’s loved has gone or perished

We always take for granted what we didn’t earn

Only when it’s too late and then we learn

Why do we never realize our mistakes

Until it’s too late and we suffer the heartbreak

What’s has gone will never come back

And they expect us to carry on despite that

Regret is something we wished we couldn’t feel

Yet it forever lingers, like being permanently ill

We try our best to live without feeling regretful

But it returns still, mocking our every move

When will it leave, why won’t it go

When will regret stop feeding off our souls

Will we ever have that chance, lying on our deathbeds

And say that we have lived life without regrets?