The Property of Regret

Everything in life provides a force
Demanding your undivided attention (undivided attention)
Treating us like object slaves
Claiming they're the masters
Are we all just bastards
What's of importance
We follow no one
At least no one like you
Believe me when I say were not your rope to pull around
I hold my life's decisions

I don't wanna waste my life
On somebody who
Believes they're more important
Than what I'm born to do

There is no time to hesitate
There is no time to wait

This depression has brought me down
Held me up and stop me from loving
This depression has brought me down
Held me from living all that I wish to live

Cliffs to high within my eyes
When will I know to just let go
Of the memories that make me want to die
I wish I would let them go

But the property of regret that hurts the most
Is to see the path you should have took
See the fork in the road left behind
Don't walk away

I've come to terms with my old burns
The thousand years I've learned
I've come to terms
(The thousand years I've learned)
The thousand years I've learned
I've come to terms
(The thousand years I've learned)
I've come to terms with my old burns

I can feel my heartbeat
The life fills my lungs with air
Certainty now clears the way
I know why I should not care

Can you feel the beat change