There's no looking back and don't ever look down Is the only advice that i ever have found That's justified each day with each breath that we take While we're dying each day from decisions we make Angels brave the dying years lost can't be retrieved Regret, a constant, mourning For those surrounding me you're not getting older You're just getting old. my youth is wearing off. Better to have loved and lost Praying hands are tied I look up to an angel's cry, if the roses don't bloom this time I'm bleeding their red petals dew off the dead My pulse beats the blood of the undead.
