I regret what I did,
and I'm paying the price.
I think of you,
and I want to cry.
When the times were great,
they were amazing.
When the times were bad,
you still held me close,
even though I hurt you.
The regret I hold to myself,
the memories are locked away in my head.
They all belong to you and me.
I hold them dear,
the regret and the memories.
I'm scared to let them go,
afraid that I'll forget them if I do.
I just want you to know,
how much I still care about you.
But, I know I would never say a word to you.
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uh.. I think it explains itself..
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