It is a swirling torrent of regrets,
Slow at first but getting faster...
You turned your back when I needed you,
You told me things that were not true...
You turned your back when I needed you,
You told me things that were not true...
Locked doors, lovers turning,
Heart pounding, stomach churning...
It is a swirling torrent of regrets,
Slow at first but getting faster...