Fist Of Regret

There's a time, there's a place, it seems familiar now, but not the face. The eyes are mean, without a soul, I find myself looking up from a down a hole. Reason skips me, see through eyes of red, pumpin' my heart, pounding my head. My senses are shell-shocked, hanging in a net, I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret, .. regret, regret .. .. I walked into a fist of regret. The agony, the esctasy, I feel I've had it all. But now I'm standing tall, gotta' keep on goin'. Else I won't see tomorrow. I guess I'll have to keep my bruises, and be known as the one who loses.