Regret

Things I do

Focusing on things that aren't important.
Forgiving those, who shouldn't be alive.
Emotions... Shadows we cast over our regret and unhappiness.
Emotions... Their never true.
Love... A siple four letter word.
Does anyone actually mean it?
Does it make sense?
Is it real?
Love... a meaningless four lettered word.
Is there a solution to the emptyness of our lives?
Is there a solution to the pathetic excuses for what we do?
When we say 'love', do we actaully mean it?
No.
I guess we don't.
If we did, we'd never leave.