• Time is a figment of the imagination
    Time has no figure, shape or place
    But sometimes you wish to turn back
    So you could redo anything that was bad

    One word set it off
    That one word I wish was never said
    Things I say never seem to come out right
    This didn't end with delight

    Regrets have been made
    Eyes cry and the soul dies
    With the drop of the tears
    Our world is pierced

    I'm sorry for the words that were said
    They were wrong and brought despair
    I'm the one to blame
    And blame grows into shame

    Time doesn't rewind
    Never has never will
    But please turn back the time
    So I can make it right

    Love is gone
    Love was their
    Maybe love will find us again
    Because tomorrow will always be their