Regrets.

Don't get it twisted you're gonna miss this. When I'm gone and you're alone you'll put me on your wish list.

You'll want me back, you'll wish you never left you'll get all restless, thinking about me all day long, remembering all the best bits.

But I won't be there to hold you tight like all the other nights, and you'll cry yourself to sleep asking why you didn't fight.

Then you'll realise your too late because I'm no where to be found, I finally realised I'm too good for you, no longer hanging round.

And you'll be sorry that you left me, sorry you gave up and I'm just sorry that I loved you, sorry that I cared so much.