r e g r e t sr e g r e t sThe tears I cryas you watch me diewill soon me dryI . w i l l . l e a r n . t o . f l yConstraints, they burnwith hope, I yearnyoull become less sternA w a y . I . t u r nI had trusted youand made sure you knewabout my love, which toY o u r . h a t r e d . g r e wYou tried to understandbut took a standyou have the upper handF u c k . y o u r . c o m m a n d
It totally describes how I feel.