I was sick last night and I couldn't help but cry,
As the morning comes I thought I'd wake up with something, yet you didn't even try-
To ask if I'm still okay. God, my heart's shattering.
As you speak, like I'm nothing.

You're good and it's good to know.
But a little concern for me? You forgot to show.
I guess if you really want something, you'll be dying to get.
All I hope is that someday, it won't be *regrets.