I'm tired of losing control
I'm exhausted from spinning my wheels
And always getting stuck in the mud
I'm getting sick from looking at pictures
From reading every email exchange
That I know
Can never happen again.
So why didn't I appreciate them
When they did?
I cannot bring myself to accept that
You are gone.
And I am brought to my knees
With how regretful I am
Of the fact that I never appreciated you
When I had the chance.