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?