I'm full of regret, for all things that I've done and said. And I don't know if it'll ever be ok to show my face 'round here. Sometimes I wonder if I disappear, would you ever turn your head and look, see if I'm gone. Cause I fear there is nothing left to say to you, that you wanna hear, that you wanna know. I think I should go.The things I've done are way too shameful and I've done you so wrong. Treated you bad, Strung you along. Oh shame on myself, I don't know how I got so tangled up