I regret I haven’t always made the right choices, though I always did mean well.
Some of them were easy. Some were tough, and others real dumb.
Some of them were made for me. From other ones I’d run
Some were made in anger, though I’ve never chosen guns.
Chose some of them for others. I made other ones for fun.
Sitting in the rain one day, I chose to seek the sun. I chose to leave my home.
I didn’t know it then, but I was pretty young.
I chose to go be social, get real rowdy and drunk.
So first I chose alcoholism, and then I picked addiction.
In my own little world, I was choosing not to listen.
Chose to go be hungry, when I was standing in the kitchen.
I needed help, but wouldn’t say it.
So I struggled and I fought with the effects of my decisions.
Now I’m older, none the wiser, but I have an opinion… and I feel guilt.
From the choices I don’t want to, but I’m going to live with.
I’ll just try to do it right next time so that I don’t regret it.
—– Lee St1—–