I cry
While I rest my head
   On your shoulder
And I wish I was back again
   Yours

I laugh
And you smile when you see me
   In my dreams
Once again
       My own

Regret is the the devil's
  Favorite weapon
I wish
  It would have turned out
          Different

To give up -
   To get over -
           To forget -
But nothing will change
    Even though
I try.

And being hurt -
  By those you love
Does not -
             -No matter what-

Make life any easier.