A boy once had a big dream
A dream to be in a soccer team
He would bring a ball in his arms
He would train every single day
Slowly he waited for the day to come
Where he put on a soccer team jersey
He would play the beautiful game
He remembered what his father says
"Play for your heart not your fame"
Now he is a part of a soccer team
The boy now have achieved his dream

I have regretted of what I did
I couldn't sleep nor could I eat
I kept thinking about December
I kept thinking about last winter
I did not know that I have hurt you
I was the idiot and the arrogant fool
I was the one who broke us apart
I was the one who broke your heart
I will try to make things better for us
I will take you out into the old forest
We will sit by the fire in the cold weather
We will enjoy the cold days of December

You are hurt deep inside
It will do no good to lie
Those feelings you fight
It will only make you cry

We all have felt it before
The feeling rarely said
The feeling we all know
The feeling called regret

We are prone to make mistakes
Nobody is born to be perfect
Don't cry for your own sake
No matter if your heart aches

Wipe those tears with a tissue
Cheer up for a better tomorrow
Just stay calm and pull through
Don't drown in your own sorrow

I thought it was something more
I thought you knew what we had
My  heart was broken and tore
My thoughts now filled with hate

I thought that it was called love
The joyous feeling inside of me
Turns out to be wrong because
The only thing I felt was misery

Why did you have to go and leave?
Leave me in the dark feeling blue
I am still in shock and in disbelief
How did I ever fell in love with you

Rays of sunlight shining through the window
Rays of sunlight shining through the empty hall
The hall which used to be filled with people before
The hall now remains empty without a single soul

A man went through these great halls once before
A man who walk through the two gigantic doors
A memory which the man could only remember
A memory which there was only pain and suffer

A story which has many of it's very own secrets
A story which the man kept with his own reasons
A life which left the man with the feeling regret
A life  the man had lived in a man made prison