You think I wanted to turn out this way?
You think I don't see my own flaws, my own mistakes?
I do okay? Get that. I do.
More than anything I comtemple about all the things I could've done better or shouldn't have done at all.
But then I thought, why bother?
Sooner or later we all have to let it go.
No more hate, not more anger, no more regrets.