Sadness, bring out all those regrets.
Maybe, you could have done more, love more.
When someone you adore and let small matters get the best of you.

You regret things now that they have died.
A petty little grievance that we blow up bigger.
Make us realize all those regrets swims upon our minds.

Sometimes, we let pride divide us.
When all it takes for one or the other to apologize.
But like a small child being mad.

We take it further than they ever did.
And now what we have?
All those regrets.