There's no hope in a mountain of regret
Yet,
we keep on climbing
And piling it higher
and higher
Hoping to reach the top
Knowing all we'll see
Is the smoke floating
from bridges we've burned
And a t r a i l
of mistakes
Leading to the lessons
we thought we learned
But regret has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Thinking you're in the clear
Making a run for it
Then smashing right into
that MOUNTAIN you built out of fear
Looking back is easier than looking ahead
Cause there's nothing left to fear
If you're *already dead...