The Regret

Step out of the mould, look at yourself
realise you’re not who you thought and no one could tell
Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can’t be wrong
Walk the plains of existence, see there’s nothing left for us
hollow structures give into weight, straw used as bricks fool now it’s too late
The missing pieces won’t fall into place
the fount of contempt flows, now come have your taste.
Tried to abide all of your lies
to my face you hid poison thorns in sweetened disguise
Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can’t be wrong
Given everything heart, soul, mind and skin
dedicate to the cause
Lost my way again, now this is my sin
doomed to live what is left, with the thought
With the thought
Step out of the mould, look at yourself
realise you’re not who you thought, and we all could tell
Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can’t be wrong.