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 retrieved
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