Late at night I'd sit,
Staring out the window
and thinking.
Late at night I'd think,
about the day
I met you.
Late at night I'd regret,
not talking to you or striking up a conversation
with you.
Late at night I'd cry,
when the realization hit me.
Late at night I'd suffer,
thinking about the choices I made,
and the choices you made
that ended my heart
from ever loving again.
But I guess that was my fault.
For never talking to you, not having the guts
to look you in the eye.
It was my fault you turned away from me and chose
the other girl.
