Fed Up

I'm not fed up of trying,

I'm fed up of the failure,

Fed up of it always going wrong,

Fed up of the memory brought by a song.

I can't stand that I'm alone,

I can't stand the pain,

To be filled with hope,

Then watch it fall when you cut the rope.

The only thing that I really want,

The only thing that I can't get,

A feeling that won't rip me apart,

A feeling that won't make me rip out my heart.

What about the next time I'm out?

What if I get that chance?

Maybe I should just forget it?

But what if I regret it?