The time and place for regret
The cuts in the face that are not easily healed
The blood on the glass that won't let you forget
And now i know that
Every memory i've ever built will go down as history
A knife that will stab me hard every time i remember
A wound that establishes me as a victim of myself
I can't give away the present to correct the past
And so my present becomes more painful every time
I understand that i'll never have the chance again
I know the guilts will stop when i feel more sorry for myself than i feel for you
This is the range between the eye and the broken mirror