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Regret
Born into a world of regret,
called something I’m not made yet,
Having to live each day like a burning candle wick,
the fires out but you keep living it.
Having a dream, making it a reality,
how is that possible when you around is nobody?
You try, try, and keep on trying,
whether for a girl, a goal, or for a friend who is dying.
Being unreliable, or just being you,
does it really matter? Even when you do what you got to do.
Has it occurred, has it happened, or have they asked?
Sticking with your word, “I don’t want to date anymore”, or “What’s wrong with you?”
Life is everywhere made by everyone,
no need to ever quit, otherwise all your life you’d run.
Names called, ones lost, not what you want to be yet,
don’t worry, keep fighting, don’t live like a regret.
