Fist Of Regret
There’s a time, there’s a place,
it seems familiar now, but not the face.
The eyes are mean, without a soul,
I find myself looking up from a down a hole.
Reason skips me, see through eyes of red,
pumpin’ my heart, pounding my head.
My senses are shell-shocked, hanging in a net,
I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret,
.. regret, regret ..
.. I walked into a fist of regret.
The agony, the esctasy,
I feel I’ve had it all.
But now I’m standing tall,
gotta’ keep on goin’.
Else I won’t see tomorrow.
I guess I’ll have to keep my bruises,
and be known as the one who loses.