The ones who I confide were gone in the black of the night We keep writing, talking and planning, but everything's changing We all know what to do but know one does it Now this time has passed and full of regret Two in my heart have left me a while, I

There is nothing left to say to you That you want to hear That you want to know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful 'Cause I fear I'm full of regret For all the things that I have done and said And I don't know if it'll ever be

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of