Why did I do this?
Why did I do that?
So that's the thing
You make a mistake
That you may go on
thinking about
Because
It might have ruined something
That you wanted
To be just right
Or even something
That you may not have planned
But you ******* up so bad
That it keeps coming back
To you
In flashbacks
I wish I could change some things
I wish I could change
A whole lot of things
But time
Is an *******
You can never go back
You may be able to correct things
Make amends
Get over the mistakes
That you feel so bad
Or not
Either way
It's always there
At the back of your head
Or
Everywhere
In that messed up head of yours
That thought
That memory
That permanent etch
That scar in your
memories
It's called
Regret