Regret
©1998-2000 White Spirit
A few words were all it would take
In an attempt to be polite
But I couldn't take your jealous ways
Your mind games and your spite
Did you need to scream so loud
As I tore into your head?
Would it have really hurt to smile
As the wounds did stain you red?
You never did say sorry
When you made me strike you so
And the nerve you had to stare with rage
When your blood began to flow
I can't think why you made such threats
You really should have tried to please
It hurt that you had no regret
But the screaming soon did cease
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