I can hear her knocking
at the door of regret.
Knocking at the door.
Knocking at the door.

Each sound wave
breaks through my cell membranes
making me reflect on the days
I use to be depressed.
I can replay every moment like a videocassette.  
Rewinding to the beginning,
playing from start,
I can see how you took my love,
and ripped my heart apart.

From the mountains to the trees
from the trees to the leaves.
From the leaves to the dirt.
My tears filled up rivers
as your conscious ways left me hurt .
Oh how gay it sounds
but it's oh so true.
Have you ever had somebody
you love so much
and they end up hurting you?
Well I have and I have broken hearts too.
I even think its more than a few.
Only because of how much I missed the essence
of being there right next to you.

I can hear her banging
on the door of regret.
Banging on the door.
Bashing on the door.
Banging on the door of regret.

Deep clouds of smoke fill my every corner.
Drowning out every thud  
like I am underwater.
Taking away all the pain you caused
through the vents
like water down the sewer.
I've washed myself clean for once.
So now when my story is told
I won't look like your little dunce
left in the corner.

From the couch to the floor.
From the floor to door.
I make my way to where
you could possibly enter
and I've seen this all before.
I can not let you enter.
My entire struggle
would have been in vein.
Only to open up to you once again.

I can see you knocking
at the door of regret.
Knockin at the door.
Knockin at the door...