regret

one day, I will be gone you'll wonder where it went wrong you'll regret the days when I used to say 'How are you' wishing for a nice talk when all you'd do is answer without a "How about you?" one day, you'll regret letting me go when I'd say, 'I'll l just go because I'm bothering you' you said 'ok' and I slipped away fading into the gray one day you'll miss me so much you'll regret having never loved me Like, you should have