You're just a waste of a song. You're a
simple regret.
I thought I knew who you were, but watch how
fast I forget.
You wore your prettiest smile, but there's a mess in your
head.
They say old habits die hard, I say they're better off
dead;
Because you were bitter and
cold, but still you burned me alive.
You held the match to my skin and poured the fuel on the
fire.
You're not my favorite
mistake; just a simple regret.
