The past was real
Won't take back anything
Won't settle (for) may be
No direction
What the fuck are we supposed to do?
Now that it's over

Broken Bottles scattered on the floor
Were balanced on the ledge
Age will force them down sometimes
Pick them up and start again

How does it feel?
D you regret anything?
Complacency
It's life's infection
Is it a life that you must choose or leave?
No that's not for me

Bruised Not Broken
Plagued by second thoughts

Bruised Not Broken
Afraid to be forgot