No. Regret.

I’ll make you pay for it,

I’ll make you pay for it!

For all the pain you ever caused!

For the agony; broken laws

You always hurt; you never care

It’s no wonder you were never there.

I’m sick, I’m dying.

Screaming, crying

Do I tell you?

I’d first have to trust you

No, I stay silent

Alone I’ll fight it

Besides, even if I told

If I stood tall, became bold

Admitted my fears, admitted reality

You would just sneer, growl and insult me

What would you do if you found out on your own?

I don’t hide it; I don’t have deception in my tone.

Would you even care at all?

Or just watch me struggle as I try not to fall?

And when that day comes that I crumble

All my plans trip and stumble

Would I see you there? At the end of the line?

What would you do when you saw I’m not ‘fine’?

I bet you’d push me over the ledge

Stand there, emotionless, as I try to grab the edge.

I’d look up, would I beg you to save me?

What would it matter? You’d probably feel glee.

All your problems soon to fade away

The thing you hate so much, vanishing in a dramatic way.

You might not crush my hand, but you wouldn’t lift yours, either

You wouldn’t shed a tear for the tragedy you see here

You might even walk away; turn your back on the event

While you whisper to yourself “No regret, no regret.”

While I cling to the side of the mountain of life

My eyes flashing the remembrance of strife.

I might start crying

While I start screaming

I’ll make you pay for it,

I’ll make you pay for it!

For all the pain you ever caused!

For the agony; broken laws

You always hurt; you never care

It’s no wonder you were never there.