Regret. Regret. Regret. I constantly convince myself that I’m gonna make a difference for once; that I’m not gonna be scared any longer, but that just becomes another daily routine. Day after day, I sit and watch the same thing, but never do I take a step, a weak coward, nothing more, nothing less. Why is this so hard? I have a million things that I want to say, but the words seize to leave my mouth. Unsettled and afraid, oh so afraid. In the end I know only I will be the one at fault. When you let the person you love just wash away, becoming nothing more than another piece of the vast sea, just because you let a simple fear control who you are, you can’t help but live with shame and sorrow. Those words assembled for her ears become rehearsed feelings that never see light. Year after year you discover no discharge, no re-set key, just reality settling in. No matter how firm you stand, no matter how hard you pray or fight, that one chance disappears, forcing the memories to mean nothing more than an act of remorse. I hope to God I don’t let my uncertainties embrace me. When the ocean carries its waves, you are one-person ill hold onto no matter what. No matter how strong the current comes, I’ll fight like a man. For once, I’m gonna be a man. Regret is forever, forever could be us.