i regret the day we met.

I can't lie anymore.
I say that I have no regrets, but the fact is...I regret the way I treated you.

I had no right to dangle you over the edge like a puppet, when the only thing I couldn't say was "I'm sorry."

You rushed in, like a fool, and threw all of yourself into this,
and I was scared shitless.

I repent! I repent!
But why should I?

I figured that you did this all the time, to every girl you laid your eyes on.
The way you commited yourself to me made me want to scream and run away,
and yet... it was a sweet gesture.

"I would take a bullet for you...You have the most beautiful eyes...I love you"

If I thought that it would have made a difference, I wouldn't feel this way.
If I would have reacted differently, then maybe we would still be together.

Why do I feel like the bad guy, when you were the one securing my soul to yours with unbreakable chains?
Why should I feel remorse for something that was unavoidable?

Why do I still think about you when I see you?



with her.