Regretting Thoughts

Half of the time I lay wake, On my bed out past eight. Thinking if I could replay the day, I’ll change a lot of the things I say. Like me being strange, Or like when I kept trying to be a friend, I just made it awkward for them then. I am afraid that they know it, Im sorta afraid of if they ask, Or worse, if they ignore me, for my past. If I could go back, I’d be less disruptive, If I’d had been less destructive! Maybe if I had a chance. I’d change the things I said... Maybe they’d like me better than...