All of this, I now regret
All of this and I regret
There's a secret that I keep
Burned down days like cigarettes
Count the pictures that you keep
Not a day that I was sent
I heard it all, I heard it spoke
Let it never show
All the same, all alone
Not at my parade
All the same sad eyes
Not at my parade
All of this, I now regret
Not a day that I was sent
I heard it all, I heard it spoke
Keep it, hide it all away
Let it never show
Celebrated and arose
Others praised and I can't come
Not a name that I might place
Not a day that I was sent
In the four walls of my room
For your hollow praise
Not a name that I might place
In the four walls of my room
Framed the faces I applaud
Standing where I wait
For your vanity in vain
Write the world between the lines
Framed the faces I applaud
Let it never show
Like a name I call my life
Tore the pictures off my walls
All of this, I now regret
Down the days that you forget
Write the world between the lines
