Gazing in this mind of black
At all the things that I’d take back
If only it was kind to me
But time, regret, its cruel, you see
The things I wish I hadn’t done
They never fade, they never run
They occupy my mind at night
And fill my heart with doubt and spite
Oh, to have it back, now lost
I’d pay the toll, at any cost
To right the wrongs, that I transgress
To heal the pain, as I regress
Alas, its time that’s cruel, you see
And as I look back, woefully
The past, it grows so rapidly
To haunt my wounded memory
How the World Should Work 