Don’t know if I’ll get the chance
To tell you how it feels
That one time you talked to me
And accused me for being wrong
Not too often they complain
About the selfishness of you
But there was indeed a chance
For us to make peace
My regrets
Will stay with me
My words
have hurt not only you
I tried to keep things simple
To fight the urge of doing too much
This is kind of crazy
To do things you don’t like
But then I guess it’s necessary
To keep things under control
But what does control even mean
If the one you care has gone away