Regrets, they'll eat you alive
But what can you do?
What can you say?
Wish that you could do things differently?
Wish that you had said what needed to be said?
Wish that you hadn't ran away?
That's all impossible
All that you can do is somehow pick up the pieces
Hope that somehow things can be healed
Offer my hand in friendship
In whatever way it can be accepted
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