At times, I find myself regretting. What is that I regret? Guess I regret the day that I met you. If I had known that this was how it would turn out to be, I would never ever have allowed you to walk into my life.
What's the point of walking into my life if you're only gonna walk out of it time and again and leave me stranded?
You have no God-damn idea how much it hurts me to see you walk in and out of my life like a hotel room.
1:11 PM