The past was real
Won't take back anything
Won't settle (for) may be

No direction
What the $%&^x are we supposed to do?
Now that it's over


Broken bottles scattered on the floor
Were balanced on the ledge

Age will force them down sometimes
Pick them up and start again


How does it feel?
D you regret anything?
Complacency

It's life's infection
Is it a life that you must choose or leave?
No that's not for me


Bruised not broken
Plagued by second thoughts


Bruised not broken
Afraid to be forgot