There are people in this world who seek a life without regret.
But I tell you, son, if you have none, you just ain’t lived much yet.
For almost everything you do and almost everything you say
Will effect the ones around you in a smsll or profound way.

Yes I know that I’ve been guilty, and I know that I’ve caused hurt
By my careless words I’ve spoken or the ones across a shirt,
Or the ones I never spoke cause I was proud or was afraid,
Or some stupid thing I did as part of stupid games I played.

I allowed myself to be manipulated by some kings.
They told me I should care about some unimportant things.
And then, like a parrot, all their stupid songs I’d sing.
I should have known they wanted the division it would bring.

There are things in life I’ve done that I thought I had to do.
I guess I’d do it all the same, but I regret it too.
If I listened to some people, it was evil, they would say,
But self hatred is a price, I say, that isn’t mine to pay.
For I am but a man.

I’ve grown to hate to kill the spider walking on the floor.
God knows that I don’t really want to hurt no one no more.
But this ain’t no perfect world, and I ain’t no perfect man,
And I know that I’ll pile up regrets again, again, again.