I regret it

I told you but i wish i didn't,
i told you about my little incidents.
I am scared you're going to tell,
and wondering if you will makes my life hell.

I am sure you won't, what are friends for???
but i'm scared of what you'll think when i leave your door.
i hope you'll think of me the same,
i pray that you don't play any foolish games.

I don't know what to think or do,
i just keep remembering what i told you.
i told you how i felt inside, all my problems,
i pray to god that you won't tell them.

Maybe you will, maybe you won't,
i hope we can still chat on the phone,
and remember all the good times we've had,
to think we might throw it away make me sd