Regret is something i've been feeling for a while
The choices i've made I always thought they were right
But to soon reilize that they were very wrong
I was told to choose what makes me happy
But I ended up making the wrong choice
I pitty myself in thinking I could do what I wanted
I just ended up hurting the ones closest to me
It ended up stabbing me in the back
I'm always told i'm worth something
Am I really worth something when all I do is destroy?
Why did I do to deserve such a life when all I did was burn it down
A forest
But now there's no forest left to thrive in
The right choice or so I thought turned into guilt and jealousy
Maybe what I think is right
Is horribly wrong...