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.