There are so many things
I wanted to tell you before
you had to leave again
On countless occasions I
held the phone in my hand but
never dialled your number
I regret that I didn't call
you because things may be
beyond repair by now
'Cause once it seemed that
noone or nobody would ever
be able to come between us
Things did not work out the
way I planned them, but now
I wonder: do they ever?
Maybe we could 've worked
things out. Rebuild it all
starting from scratch
Maybe you deserved a little
more consideration and
respect from my part
It seems that I too made
some mistakes. Now all I can
do is tell you I'm sorry.