I believe I've missed so many opportunities
for love in my life.

Maybe not missed as many as I think,
but maybe ******* them up.

They say you never know what you have
until it's gone.

You never know how true it is
until you look back at your life.

Memories of the ones who you hurt.
Memories of the things you did wrong.
Memories of the times you weren't there.

You know, I wonder why they never give me a shot.
But at the same time, I can't blame them.

**I hate me too.