It's an agony to regret year by year
What I could have decided or done better
There-were-a-lotta-great opportunities available
But I've too often come away empty-handed
By day I learned how to cope with my defeats
At night I burn in the fire of memories
I lean back and fall asleep with your sweet memory
I can let go this way and find my peace
Sometimes I can't tell if I dream or revel in thoughts
When I got overwhelmed by those sweet memories
Sometimes I can't tell if I this is my holodeck
Sometimes I believe I need a catharsis
