Underestimated Regret
i don't know how to do this
my mind is black
just want to give in
thoughts are running through my head
crazy little things unsaid
running from things that were better off
unsaid and unread
trying to find a real friend in this
dead world I live in
wondering if I've finally made it to
a dead end
cause if this is the end I might as well
play pretend cause im never giving in
not ever again
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