Everything I touch turns dust
Maybe I ask for too much
Or maybe it's just that I deserve to be at loss.
In the end, it's always a lesson learned
Or a chance to gain more than I thought I could.
I might loose things
Or be blamed for letting them fade
But I have no room for regret
Or time for I wish I hads.

You can hold it against me
You can give me all your ***** looks
I promise to hold on to them
As a reminder that I'm better off.