The Big Book Of Regret

Do you regret at all?
Are you a victim of its sting?
When you're in pain and thinking,
Do you ever feel a thing?

When the world spins on its axis,
And you're thinking of the past,
Is your mind just like mine,
In the race yours comes in last?

I've tried to be perfect,
But it's never up to par,
With exactly what you want,
Or with exactly who you are.

I'm tired of adding pages,
To my big book of regret,
And your not even helping,
Half the book is you, I'll bet...

I'm trying to tell you,
Just what I feel right now,
But it's just not worth it,
To try to figure out how.

I'm better off without you,
And I know that you agree,
You are just to heartless,
And a bit too brash for me.

Nothing can save me now,
From what I have to do.
I'm writing in my regret book,
And this new entry is you.