The Depth of Regret
Another Soul
In the room behind the back of my mind, there is a life and perhaps another soul.
Sometimes I wonder what is in that room. Could it tell me the answers. This not knowing, the burning curiosity to even perhaps feel again.
To get in, the only way is to awaken whats on the inside, and then whatever's on the inside will open the door from the inside, drawing you in.
Even though I wonder about it, and somehow see it as my destiny... I can't. Perhaps yes, I used to have a voice. I could sing. But my desire is no longer there. Not since he died. His name was [The Depth of Regret]. That wasn't always his name, but that is how I will always remember him.
Sometimes I wonder what is in that room. Could it tell me the answers. This not knowing, the burning curiosity to even perhaps feel again.
To get in, the only way is to awaken whats on the inside, and then whatever's on the inside will open the door from the inside, drawing you in.
Even though I wonder about it, and somehow see it as my destiny... I can't. Perhaps yes, I used to have a voice. I could sing. But my desire is no longer there. Not since he died. His name was [The Depth of Regret]. That wasn't always his name, but that is how I will always remember him.