Life’s for living,
Not for dying.
Love’s for giving,
Not for crying.
If only these innocents knew
All the messed-up things that we do.
And I don’t even know
Who you are.
No regrets.
I’ve gone too far.
Words can only
Say so much.
I sit here lonely,
Out of touch.
There’s nothing else to think about
As I listen to my family shout.
And I don’t even know
Who they are.
No regrets.
I’ve gone too far.
Simple pleasures
Are no more.
All I’ve treasured:
Out the door.
Life is shitty, what’s the use?
I can’t handle this abuse.
And I don’t even know
Who you are.
No regrets.
I’ve gone too far.