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I seek the torment of a past long gone and the time we can't get back —the regret of days exist just to get me to move forward
I see the pieces of the heart the world has trodden past and of the puzzle of the answers I sought all my life to find
I seek the scars and the pain of the chances missed and wouldn't ever be given —the unfairness of times exists just to tell me I'm not important
I seek the torment of attending a thousand funerals for the people I wish to become —the people who had been me had expired with no one to mourn them
I seek the ship sailing tumultuous oceans away from who I am —how I wish to drown in the regret of days and the unfairness of ways of the world
I seek the torment —the agony—brought about by the burning of my feet on a thousand embers of coals lit up until sunrise because without my scars and the hurt I carry every day then, who am I?
