Its Over Now

Not remorse, but something similar Regret? No, but feels pretty close Time to get going, the morning smells burnt Let the air press down upon this feeling The voice being hindered, remittance for the soul Time to get going, the day feels like its dragging Thinking about the last time sadness was felt Trying to remember but nothing comes to mind Time to get going, the afternoon looks to be a bore A fleeting wind carries all lost memories down stream Blind rage takes hold and follows along Time to get going, the evening sounds chaotic Been dragging along this empty feeling for some time now One step closer to being left out in the cold, alone, abandoned Time to get going, the night tastes bitter