Now, that you are gone.
I realizes I could have treated you better.
And now I regrets it sincerely.
I guess I have so many regrets.

I cry when I think of you.
And many ask what is wrong?
I just keep reflecting through my tears.
That I could have done way better.

Sure, you confide in me certain things.
Things you wish could be.
And not all your sadness falls upon me.
But doing certain times I was your ear.

One of a few that supported you.
Still, I have so many regrets.
Whenever I think of you.