Regret
I'm lerning to live with no regret
Because if regret had a face
That face would be you
Not only because you regret everything that you do
But because you are the cause
Of most people's pain
You made some people regret
Knowing your name
Because your name is a reminder
A reminder of their mistakes
You made me regret
Ever seeing your face
You make people fall in love
Then you leave without warning
Tell me, is it because your life is too boring?
Too boring for you to sit and play nice
You like to play, alright
You play with innocent minds
You play all day and night
You make some people cause a fight
A fight with their own head
Wondering if they should be dead
You make people feel as if there's no other way
You suck out their lives for your own personal game
What do you gain?
Do you gain pleasure from other's pain?
Does it make the depression a little more tolerable?
A littler easier to sleep at night?
Make the bad dreams get out of your head?
Does making others sad make you feel a little less dead?
Cause you're dead inside, and you know it
You've already lost this fight, in just one hit
You never fought back, and now you're a monster
You never conquered
Those silly little demons
Now they're inside you screaming
Singing you songs
Songs about your own death
Songs about regret
Regret for everything you have done
Everyone you have hurt
Every song you have sung
That didn't help you
Or someone you love
Fight the battles
That are now lost
You've lost yourself
In this wicked mess
A mess you never bothered to fix
You can sit there on your high horse and pretend you're okay
You can say you're strong every single day
But what does that mean to you?
To be strong,
Does it mean you're srtong enough to knock others down?
Are you strong enough to make someone question theri existence?
Make someone feel like they've been shot in the head?
Make someone think that they need to be dead?
Because to me, that's weak.
True strenght doesn't mean
You can take others who are weaker
And tear them to pieces
Strength to me
Is fixing your own tears and creases
In the pages of your own book
Not ripping out
Somone else's pages from the bing
Making time
For yourself
To bide your time
And to think about your own crimes
And hate yourself for what you've done
But not change a thing for your own good.
Your own good, ha.
There is no good, not where you're from
Not anymore
Not since your war was won
And not by you
But by the opposing side
Whatever you were fighting
Took over your life
It now controls you
This monster inside
You let it because you realize
You are lost.
You are as lost as they come.
And once you are truly lost
It can never be undone.