i need to know, i need to know it wasn’t all worthless
i need to know that somehow there, is someone out there,
to hear the words i haven’t said
but my words, they’re too late, i’ve kept them unspoken
unspeakable, unusable, and I, I am pretty fucking broken
with regret, and so i come by,
i need to become spoken,
before i hold on to, all of this, regret.
but through the months, this regret, i’ve kept silent,
things kept silent, things suppressed,
but without knowing, my regret will linger
but as time goes by, maybe ill forget,
if not, if i don’t forget,
i will live my entire life, surprised in regret.