For every night I already mourn what I never lost,
There's every day I already know the cost of it.
For every hope of motivation towards accomplishment,
There's every thought of that unattainable missing piece.
For every friend I chose,
There's every former formed I unsought.
For every family I had cherished,
There's every enstrangement earned.
For every reel towards,
There's every throw back.
For every gain,
There is a loss.
For every loss,
There is loss,
And loss,
And loss.
And for every one I'd loved, unwillingly or not,
There's every reason I'd unloved, reluctantly or not.
You.
You were only a regret once I regretted not seeing you, properly.
For every moment together soaked unappreciated,
There is many moments alone burning in melancholy.
