I lie awake at night
Wondering what went wrong,
And why,
Just why I didnt fight.
Will I spend the rest of my life regretting
The choice to run before you spoke,
Just in fear of a little sting
That I thought at the time would be the worst thing?
Jokes on me, I guess.
The worst, instead, was the choice
That'd leave me tearing myself apart for years on end
Just because I was afraid to mend.
What if life were different?
What if Id chosen to wait?
But I guess it's no matter, friend.
I'll just be alone til I'm hundred and eight.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
I lie awake at night
Wondering what went wrong,
And why,
Just why I didnt fight.
Will I spend the rest of my life regretting
The choice to run before you spoke,
Just in fear of a little sting
That I thought at the time would be the worst thing?
Jokes on me, I guess.
The worst, instead, was the choice
That'd leave me tearing myself apart for years on end
Just because I was afraid to mend.
What if life were different?
What if Id chosen to wait?
But I guess it's no matter, friend.
I'll just be alone til I'm hundred and eight.
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