like tears are falling .

why dont you talk to me . you talk to her her her her and her but not me .

i know im not beautiful .

i know i dont have a nice voice .

i know you dont like me .

but why dont you wanna talk to me ...

regret is like a weed . it keeps growing until someone cuts it off and frees you . and now im an untamed garden . i want to be free again .