My whole life, I've been told to
live without regrets.
not to live the same day twice,
to live and learn,
and know when to let things go.
I've been taught not to dwell on things,
to forgive and forget,
to know that once a moment has passed,
you've got to move on,
and not worry about what happened,
or what could've happened,
had you acted differently.
I've tried to convince myself
that it's the way I should try to be,
but the truth is,
I'm not the kind of person who
can do that.
I worry too much about consequences,
and by the time I've decided what I want,
the moment's passed,
and it's all too late.
I hide everything, and even when I get the chance,
I just can't seem to get it out.
I get the chance to make a move,
and I end up convincing myself
it's all a bad idea,
and I end up losing probably the only chance
I'll ever get.
I know I should just accept
that what happened, happened,
and what didn't, didn't.
I know I should be happy with what I did have.
But I can't help thinking that if I'd done something,
it all would've turned out differently.
I had the chance,
but now I've probably blown it for good.
I know that regretting things I didn't do
is so much worse than regretting things
I did do.
So why can't I find it in myself
to do something about it?
