I regret those tender words unsaid,
The songs unsang
The tears unshed
The life unshared
I regret the love unspoken
Your soft sweet lips unkissed
Your arms uncaressed
My heart unlocked
I regret the passion unexpressed
My intention unrevealed,
The laughter unshed
The life together unlived
The joy ungiven
I regret shutting you away
Your absence unmissed
The wrong unrighted
Your entreaties unheard
I should've unsaid those words
I should've unplayed that game
I should've let you know I felt the same
But now it's late, you're now another's.
Now the shadows are descending,
As my youth is fleeting
I mourn the things I left undone
As I regret doing the things I ought not to have done,
But left undone things I ought.
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