I regret.. sensibly.

I regret almost everything i said.

I can't stop thinking about the things i didn't do but i should've

it's a torture, it's a game and i'm not in the mood.

I'm afraid i wasn't built for it

i'm afraid i let too many moments pass me by

i feel old and dumb

but in all honesty i'm gonna keep making the same choices

stubborn

until i'm forced to bravery by a higher feeling

until i go crazy, until i seem innocent and look alive.

Someone once told me maybe i was meant to be alone because i can't negotiate life

and even though that person claims to love me

i don't believe that was a kind thing to say

It's my fault, i asked too much

i don't want advice anymore, i don't want opinions

i'm gonna do it my way and burn

hopefully.

I am alone and maybe i am supposed to

I'm good at living life by myself

no giving in, not giving up

i should start enjoying it once and for all.