1 a. m.

It's 1 a.m.

You lay in your bed, thinking about what you should have said.

You know you couldn't help him, but still you regret not helping.

You know you couldn't stop her, but  still you regret not trying.

Now those memories haunt you every night.

It's 1 a.m.

You lay in your bed, thinking about what you should have said.