Regret

If pain were a gift from above

I'd give it back and say goodbye

Hang my hand up high

Give a good shrug 

Then walk away

And at the end of the day

I've conquered my demons

Let them fight and then defeat them. 

Walk away like a phenom

All that's left is my pride

I stay here wondering why

I kept on giving 

When I know he lied

So I take a step back

Look inside

Then I begin to cry

for what I had done

I gave it all for nothing

No repayment

or respect

Just a man living with regret

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