A memory that I will remember so perfect,
haunts me,
it kills me,
I let it kill me.
But it's not his fault, it is mine.
A tear I let out but was forced to not cry.
I should've cried, I should've held him.
Regrets are tattooed on my body.
A regret for not crying, a regret for selling my body for love.
For now I struggle to talk about it,
it haunts me.
My heart was broken into pieces, it can never be repaired.
for as it is made out of glass.
Trust me I tried gluing it and I've given it to you
but you keep breaking it.
You told me you loved me but now you regret it.
I regret for loving you, I regret for being there for you
but I can't tell you that I regret it.
I learned to keep my emotions hidden and that haunts me.
