It is stupid when people stand up and say they have no regrets
They say that they enjoyed everything, they wouldn't change a thing
Of course they would
There was a time where they too lay crippled in regret's snare
Groping for the rewind button, the one that isn't there
They don't understand
But they do, they understand your wallowing with no solution
But they also understood that regret is a noose, not an execution