And if you followed those dreams you, held so closely… 
And if you followed your dreams, they would have shown you. 
And if you followed those dreams you, held closely…
And if you followed your dreams, they’d have taken you to me.
It’s not a memory. It’s not that you didn’t take the chance. It’s not a glass half empty. It’s not the miles in the distance. It’s not that shattered flower, nor the seconds in the hours. It’s not accepting our defeat. It’s not ‘we used to be a you and me’. 
It’s the regret. [x6]
 It’s the regret that there still is, something left.