Do you think of me in the middle of your day?
Does listening to a certain song trigger your painful memories of me?
Do you see a certain image, a certain brand, a certain place and I appear inside your cluttered head?
Do you think of me when you're alone in your room?
Staring at the darkness of your ceiling, reminiscing my crooked smile and abrupt laugh?
Does it cause a rippling effect inside your chest
Remembering all the perfect memories we're created together?

Do you regret what you've done to me?
Knowing we're strangers and that's on your end of the blame,
all fingers pointed towards you.
Do you regret what you've done?
Knowing I will always deeply resent you until my last breath,
Knowing I will never call out your name like I use to before,
Knowing I will never smile and bright up the moment I see you walk in the door,
And knowing we'll never, ever share that type of love we once had before?

Do you regret what you've done?

Do you regret losing me?