We all have lives outside those we know
It�s the life inside, trapped by walls but no window
Every once in a while we�ll take a look, check it out
But I�ve found out, around here, things aint so happy now
I try and smile, but there�s a sound holding me back
The noise of regret, it go . . . tap, tap
Such a small sound, but it echoes in my eardrums
Feelings rushing to my head, I can feel them when they come
I get all colored, which one I can�t say
Because which color regret make me changes from day to day
You might not get me and say: �Yo, what that means�
My response could only be, �You�ll see when it�s happening�
You might notice the way I am when you mention certain names
It�s cuz I�m remembering the way things was, before things changed
I�ll take the blame for keeping my shit to myself
It�s the whole world that�s wrong, I don�t need no help
Christopher Vantress
January 25, 2004