Regrets

Was it something I didn’t say that made you go away?
Was it something I did not do that made u turn d’ other way?
Was I too safe by not trying to change our status quo?
What was I waiting for?

Can’t you wait for me a little bit more?
Or am I too late to make things change?
Why do regrets suddenly rush into my insensitive mind?
Why is there a extreme sorrow that burst out from my brown eyes?
Why am I frequently haunted of what might have been?
If I have you, would I be happier?
How would I know?
Now that you have drifted far away from here,
How would I know?
How would I know
How?