Believing was a state of mind
Too soon, too young, too fast
I couldn't take in what you've seen
And I still can't change the past
We held on for awhile and I lost some will in turn
Subtle hints and dropped lines weren't enough to make me learn.

Well, that's all in the past my friend
And now it's your time to seek and mend
I'll offer up my hard-earned experiences
For you, little fool, in all seriousness.

Write a letter to regret,
He who fills your head with mercy
Torments you at night and echoes words with "if only"'s.

While you're at it, send a message to memory
Dearest regret's oldest friend
Ask her why she plays back images of the end.

As for your last greeting, give my regards to irony
Let him know that his work was a sucess
The one who cast judgement on my heart
Now finds himself in a sticky mess.