Tied to a tree of regret,
Look at you, so innocent.
Oh, the way your costume fits:
It's 100% counterfeit.
Oh, how I envy you,
How your costume fits-
So counterfeit.
Swimming in a sea of selfishness,
I see the subtleties you dismiss.
Like how you're blind to your own truths,
And oblivious to your own lies.
Yet you find it so hard,
To take your own advice.
Gazing in the glow of guilt-
All flowers can't help but wilt.
If you can't admit, that you're just forgetting it,
Like your beautiful costume-
Your words are merely counterfeit.
I said, "Your regret is just a selfish wish-
Once you see the subtleties you dismissed."
They'll sleep inside your head,
And send shivers down your spine.
Trying so hard to convince you,
That it is all just a waste of time.
You can't take it back,
And it won't go away.
It'll eat you up inside.
Until you decay.