Europe, here he goes...

I regret that I’ve forgotten bout him for months.

I regret that I’ve never visited him anymore.

I regret that I’ve tried to find other cool boys easily

I regret that I used to feel bored thinking bout him.

I regret that I wasn’t brave enough to greet him.

I regret that I’ve falling in love with him.

I regret that I’ve been sinful enough lovin’ him.

I regret that I met him.

I regret that I know him.

I hate that I love him so..