Regret

PR3–399
All You Had to Do Was Sing

My heart has always bailed me out
Sure I can be a lout
I can shout

But then I see that quiet
Hurt in her eyes
And it slaps me by its thunder

And my heart cries out
Of its mind
And I have to face my face

In the mirror and answer me this:
How could you do such a thing?
(When all you had to do was sing?)

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