Regret, repent, repeat.

Regret, repent, repeat.

One of us breaks the circle of dreaming,

The day time has lost all essence and meaning.

We lived for the nights when we were together, sustained by promises of forever.

Broken by the dawn of morning light, the present won’t let me rewrite.

Slumber calls to me like an old friend, questioning the irrevocable end.

Slipping into our old bed, filled with thoughts of the dead.

Memories can’t die so I’m falling into a lie.

Regret, repent, repeat.