Guðgeir Óskar Ómarsson's take on Regret

The same word over and over again

Stuck like glue

In a mind of lost expectations

In a mind that has lost the will to live

In a mind of mistakes

They repeat themselves over and over again

Same things, exactly the same

I said: "I do it for others"

But never for myself

Mistakes are fun

They bestow us attention

They bestow us remorse

They bestow us love

But I lose her over and over again

She is in the distance

Sometimes I feel as if I try

But most of the time I do nothing

Absolutely nothing

And that, I do over and over again