Regret
He sat there all night and all day/ wishing he hadn't let her go away
If only he'd grab her hand and begged/but now his lover is dead
Where does love go when one connection is lost?/ his heart is cold, no light can't penetrate such frost
He reaches for the table and puts his hand on the gun/so many lives he has touched but he ends it all for one.
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