why do we behave
like we’ll be here
forever
always surrounded
by those we take for
granted
why do we wait and
regret
when it’s too late
for us to say
the things we could have said
yesterday
why do we behave
like we’ll be here
forever
always surrounded
by those we take for
granted
why do we wait and
regret
when it’s too late
for us to say
the things we could have said
yesterday