Looking Around

Why do I have this feeling in my chest
This feeling it feels like regret.
All of my actions have got me here
I'm tired of crying,
All these nights go by
And I wonder what I could have done
To change my outcome

I've tried to say sorry for my mistakes
I guess that word doesn't mean anything
Coming from me now does it?
I'm trying to make things okay,
But you won't let me.

I hope your happy with what you've chosen,
Because I'm not going to keep trying.
I can't keep hurting myself.
I can't keep adding to my scars,
the ones all over my body.

Here's me saying goodbye,
because I'm done.
Your a thing in my past
And the past is in the past.