I’m tired of thinking about it,
Running through all my regrets,
Wondering how to change this current state,
But I’m starting to see that I can’t,
Because even if I did everything right,
If I could go back and change it all,
To be a better version of myself,
I don’t think I would be on your mind,
And I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
What a sad string of words,
Losing all hope for something once full of life,
Realizing I am not what you expected,
That I will never be even a passing thought,
No matter how badly I wanted to be.