When I was little,
I thought I’d have no regrets;
How foolish was my younger self!
Although, I must admit,
There’s only one thing I’d change-
I’m sorry for letting you in,
I’m sorry for giving you power,
I’m sorry for accepting your moods-
If past was to come back round
I would not keep you around.
I’d smash the door and leave you out
And enjoy life as I always should have.