Regret It

I was amazed You would treat me this way I thought you were a grace Thought you were a saint And now it just hurts To think of you that way Cut my lip on the tip Of the silence you give You admit it's a presence But you won't give me a napkin For the blood, I thought You'd always stay put And I'm counting down the days I won't hear your name I've had a good year without you But it's always the same Feeling ashamed, or worse Sorry for the hurt That I never performed But sure I still love you the same Won't tell you this anyway I don't care anymore Go and do your own shit The relationship I still pull a thread of it The woman I love The woman I'll never call again Don't make me regret it Don't make me regret it Don't make me regret it