No Regrets (Except for Every Decision I Have Ever Made)
Some people waste their lives
Drowning in what-ifs and what-could-have-beens
Trying to recapture something gone
Or wishing somehow to undo their sins
Me? I'm so high above
Got it all figured out right down to a capital T
Why? Well, because
Nothing bothers me
And when the curtain begins to fade
I can honestly say I've no regrets
Except the choices I have made
Pathetic pariahs endlessly dreaming
Peasants puking, scraping and scheming
Get used to the minor leagues
Get used to playing make believe
You could have been a writer of poems and sonnets
Instead of scrubbing toilets and soaking up vomit
You'll never be on the cover of a magazine
There is no time machine
And when the curtain begins to fade
I've no regrets except every
Decision I have ever made
Wasted expertise
You've been denied the center of attention
Missed opportunities
Regrets - too many to mention
A washed up has-been or a never-was
Ignored and insignificant, a lack of buzz
Tell me how does it feel
I wouldn't know, I only focus on what's real
And when the curtain begins to fade
And my memories are on parade
No I won't be dismayed
I've no regrets except every
Single last decision I have ever made
Drowning in what-ifs and what-could-have-beens
Trying to recapture something gone
Or wishing somehow to undo their sins
Me? I'm so high above
Got it all figured out right down to a capital T
Why? Well, because
Nothing bothers me
And when the curtain begins to fade
I can honestly say I've no regrets
Except the choices I have made
Pathetic pariahs endlessly dreaming
Peasants puking, scraping and scheming
Get used to the minor leagues
Get used to playing make believe
You could have been a writer of poems and sonnets
Instead of scrubbing toilets and soaking up vomit
You'll never be on the cover of a magazine
There is no time machine
And when the curtain begins to fade
I've no regrets except every
Decision I have ever made
Wasted expertise
You've been denied the center of attention
Missed opportunities
Regrets - too many to mention
A washed up has-been or a never-was
Ignored and insignificant, a lack of buzz
Tell me how does it feel
I wouldn't know, I only focus on what's real
And when the curtain begins to fade
And my memories are on parade
No I won't be dismayed
I've no regrets except every
Single last decision I have ever made
Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Robert Lombardi
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