Regrets.

Regrets.
Don't have them.
You know what they do?
They eat you alive.
Regret.

Sometimes I get to thinking about life and people and things like that..
And as I think, I realize that there are a million things I did that I would change if I could.
And there are a million sorrys I wish I could say. (What is the plural for sorry? In English, there isn't one.)
But sorry is just a word, and there's no way that it could ever fully encompass the feeling I'm feeling.
When someone hears sorry too many times it loses its meaning.
But the reason I say it so often is because it's the only way I know how to express this... this...
Regret.
I wish I could take it all back.
I'm sorry.

How do you deal with regret?