I don't regret that I loved you, that I kept trying, I do. It is the time of breaking ties, stop the telling of those lies. I'll regret that. The laughing when she saw a cat, the looking down, the pity, the storytelling, enormously furious, yet careful eyes. I'll miss you. I'll regret it.
true love is nothing but a failure of your brain She wants a man, not a little boy in pain not a guy, bursting into tears, a lad surrounded by fears She wanted confidence and safety, things I couldn't give with or without her I will live. It would be the latter if it didn't matter, but it does I regret that.