Texty: Diary Of Dreams. Bastard.

Regret... that's all it is!
But what for?
What is the purpose...
And yet you always look back.
You go to all these familiar places.
You see familiar faces.

Forgive and forget.

My tears dry in this desert
My laughter dies within your smile
I shall rest here, for a while
For I have lost all that I loved.