Regret.

Regret.

Knife to the back,
gun to my head.
Maybe I am better off dead.
You call it love,
well I call it pain.
Maybe they’re right & I am to blame.
No more words,
we can’t make it right.
Darling I know you’ll put up a fight.
Can’t work it out,
I’m not misunderstood.
You’re running away, I knew that you would.
Kiss on my neck,
hand on my thigh.
I told you no, I told you goodbye.
A scream in the dark,
I break down and cry.
I can feel something inside of me die.
No second chance,
nothing left for you here.
I know what you’re thinking but don’t you dare.
Knife to the back,
shot to the heart.
I loved you once,
I was in the dark.