It’s kinda funny, it’s kinda sad
how I make fun of some guys
and the regrets are lingering so much.
But when they arrive,
I remain surprised that I’m still alive.
I’ve been hurting so much of you.
I’m sorry.
I have a soul, afterall.
I’m a bitch, not so tall.
I’m not wondering neither about who, nor when,
but ‘what if’, and then..