I don't regret a thing (because regrets mean nothing).
I'm moving on, and moving up.
Where can I go from here?
I guess I'll need to see.
Is it meaningless to run,
Or meaningless to stay?
Does it mean a thing
If I say I love you?
I guess it doesn't matter now.
I guess it doesn't matter now….
I never stopped to think;
And now it's too late.
Where can I go from here?
What can I do from now on?
I guess it doesn't matter.
I'll run if you want me to.
I'll wait here for you.
Don't worry—I'm okay.
Don't worry now….I'm okay.
I don't regret it.
I stood up for my beliefs.
Even if this turns on me—
I don't regret a thing….
Because this is nothing.
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