it's always the bad times
the regrets i think of
when i'm overthinking
and it's 3am
and i feel like the only person on earth
awake and alive

it's never the good things that come back to me
it's just constant to focus on the negativity
the bad

the thing is they are the moments
the unchangeable
the things i regret
if only i had foreseen
what i was going to do
it would we easier to forget

regrets are permanent
until i can learn to overcome
tears
blood
sweat

they're unchangeable

pushed
away and away
i'll never forget