How many times have i shut my eyes and hit myself in the head? over something that i could have done....should have done and what should have been said? well, oh well. i guess i'll have to think of something else to do. what the hell. i think i'll sit around and sulk over you. complain and cry! i don't know why. what a fucking waste. go! how many times have i shut my mouth and wished a hole through the wall? now and then. i shake my head. now it's dead because i made the wrong call. what's a day without regrets? to me it's nothing new. how many times have i regressed just when i thought of you?