Regrets.
Part One.
I run to the hill
And I hide under the tree
For I fear that they’re still
Chasing after me
I climb up the mountain
I swim the seven seas
Thinking maybe if I keep running
They’ll get away from me
Part Two.
But I was wrong
And I knew it all along
That one day I’ll just
Have to face them and be strong
So I take them by the hand
And tell them I understand
And that from them I learn:
Again and again.
