There's no looking back, and don't ever look down
Is the only advice that I ever have found
That's justified each day, with each breath that we take
While we're dying each day from decisions we make
Angels brave the dying
Years lost can't be retreived
Regret, a constant mourning for those surrounding me
You're not getting older, you're just getting old
My youth is wearing off
Better to have loved and lost
Praying hands are tied
I look up to an angel's cry
If the roses don't bloom this time
I'm bleeding their red petals dew off the dead
My pulse beats the blood of the undead