| This is the last time | |
| That I will ever regret | |
| The things that I have said | |
| The things that I have done | |
| No Regrets, No remorse | |
| I harvest all my thoughts | |
| And ask the questions why | |
| Yet everything comes back to me unclear | |
| Take it all and give nothing | |
| Unless it's out of a guilty conscious | |
| What we're supposed to feel | |
| Like the turning of a bent wheel | |
| I asked all the right questions | |
| The answers all were wrong | |
| The karma of my life | |
| Has come around again | |
| Burnt by my sins |