Regret

I still remember your name The sound of your voice The smell of your clothes I know that things aren't the same But give them a choice I wish that you'd froze Well, it's always the blame It seems to rejoice Whenever I'm low I know that these are the ways To keep out the noise When my mind slows So don't Don't make me come home yet Let me steep in my regret I've seen the ways that Love can pass for hate I still remember the pain It follows me close Where ever I go I stored the feelings away And try to compose Whatever I show Well, it's always the same And everyone knows What's written on my stone I know that these are the days It starting to show I've never quite flow So don't Don't make me come home yet Let me steep in my regret I've seen the ways that Love can pass for hate I'm sick of the pain I'm sick of the pain I'm sick of the pain I'm sick of the pain I'm sick of the shame I'm sick of the shame I'm sick of the shame I'm sick of the shame I'm sick of the- So don't Don't make me come home yet Let me steep in my regret I've seen the ways that Love can pass for hate So don't Please don't let me forget How I played with ill intent I've been the reason Love has passed for hate