I think a lot about the words I know that we both let go unsaid I found myself feeling every word The weight of my regrets No more regrets No more words left to leave unsaid To a bitter end Because you won't speak to me We should fight until this feeling's dead We should fight until there's nothing left to give When nothing's left, there's no regrets I hope you choke before you come to your senses What's done is done, get over it But I get the feeling you won't let go of it Get it off your chest, I'm sick of you second-guessing it We lie, we cheat, we steal, we blame and then we leave Then find our way to get right back in to end up on our knees Practice the words you preach Give fucking everything, to the bitter end Stand for something We should fight until this feeling's come and went We should fight until there's nothing left to give Nothing left No regret I hope you choke before you come to your senses What's done is done, get over it But I get the feeling you won't let go of it Get it off your chest, I'm sick of you second-guessing it Why don't you just say what needs to be said? I'll never know what goes on in your head I hope you choke before you come to your senses (I hope you choke) What's done is done, get over it But I get the feeling you won't let go of it Get it off your chest, I'm sick of you second-guessing it