Recently I've thought about
The moments in my past,
My thoughts enflamed in guilt and doubt,
I wasn't built to last.

If only I could fix a day,
If I could change a second,
I promise that I wouldn't stay,
I'd fix my past I reckon.

I'm done with all the bends and corners
I feel like time's exile,
I really don't like walking forwards,
I'll walk backwards for a while.