What do I do
that I am at the end of the line and all I got is regrets?
that I am at the end of the line and all I got is regrets?
that my being naive and idealistic have disrupted and disturbed my son's brought up by me.
am living through the days thinking of my own regrets, so I must . . .
may mean weak in its absolute, but . . .
believes me, believes in me, there's still one believes me, believes in me, I believe me, I believe in me.