Wasting Away

It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't seem right. How can one mislead decision, define the rest of my life. How can a choice that i made, so long ago, still effect me today and takes such a toll. I guess the regret I feel alone, just doesn't come close. And the place I once called home, is what I miss the most. But this is my home now, for years to come. As each day passes with a setting sun. So what I wouldn't do, to change the past. All the hurt I've caused, all the lives I've crashed. As I lay among the wreckage, I can't help but feel ashamed. And I know there's no one else but me, I'm the only one to blame. It's the choices that I've made, that have brought me here. And it's my choices I have to change, that much is clear. So with the days of my future, I pay for my past. And there's no time like the present, that seems to go so fast. But this place where they put me, it just doesn't reform. It's like I've been locked away, and in hell I'm reborn. These bars are the flames that keep me in. And I'd die to feel the rain, of freedom again. But like I said before,it just doesn't seem right. It's another day passing, wasting my life.