Yes I do, despite hating the concept of it
I prefer to repent, I've no pretense of deserving better
Because my life is not a promise
There are no guarantees
When given my life it was unwritten
But I regret because at times, perhaps many
I've been a fool driven to stupidity by hunger
For human touch, for simple needs
Or I had loosened my lips with drink
I've said and done stupid things
To the degree that I felt sick
Out of control, driven to become mad
I have had many chances
And failed them all
So I regret
I wish I'd never done a thing
Not the good, especially not the bad
