I Don't Regret A Thing
And I want to forget you ever existed.
I want to forget how you made me feel.
I want to erase all memories of you.
Scrub it out. Paint it over.
Start fresh. Begin again.
But I've always said I wanted to know what it was like to be alive.
You made me feel alive for the first time in my life.
You gave me wings and you let me fly oh-so high.
You held my hand. You touched my life.
You held my heart… your prints are proof enough.
I realized something late last night…
I forgot what your voice sounds like.
I forgot what your eyes looked like.
I forgot the way it felt when you held me.
Held me. Held me. Held onto me.
"Hold onto me."
I broke my promise, and you broke yours.
I walked away… but you let me go.
I forgot the reason why I cried.
I forget the reason why I tried.
I don't regret it in the end.
I don't. I don't. I don't…
I think about you still.
But I don't regret a thing.