But the Regrets Are Killing Me American Football

[Verse 1]
Fools leave
Too soon
Built to
Fill roles
And fall
Standing alone again
Distant and
Dissatisfied

[Verse 2]
These four years
And how we say goodbye
To these four years
A long goodbye
With mixed emotions
Just fragments of
Another life (another life)

[Outro]
Not dead
Yet
But the regrets (Are killing me)
But the regrets (Are killing me)
But the regrets (Are killing me)
But the regrets