Sometimes I get tired of regretting,
Tired of the weird stares am getting,
So I close my eyes and wish it away,
Then I peek and it seems it's here to stay,
Sometimes I feel sorry for all my wrongs,
So I pray for absolution and the church bell chimes,
Resonating with every scar I feel within,
And I realise that they're all of my own making,
Sometimes I wish that I wasn't so klutzy,
So I hold on tight but, in the end am called clingy,
With your heart I never wanted to be clumsy,
Gullible bloke, turned out I was only a patsy,
Sometimes I miss all my old friends,
Wish we could straighten up, no more bends,
So I hit them up sounding all cheery,
They hang up, didn't know hearts could turn so eerie,
Sometimes I want to pen something happy,
But, looking back nothing seems glossy,
So I look forward to another day,
Another memory, another lover, another friend.
