This is the last time | |
That I will ever regret | |
The things that I have said | |
The things that I have done | |
No Regrets, No remorse | |
I harvest all my thoughts | |
And ask the questions why | |
Yet everything comes back to me unclear | |
Take it all and give nothing | |
Unless it's out of a guilty conscious | |
What we're supposed to feel | |
Like the turning of a bent wheel | |
I asked all the right questions | |
The answers all were wrong | |
The karma of my life | |
Has come around again | |
Burnt by my sins |