regretful times

the doors open into the room, a fulfilled life and a lot to regret for, the summer's rays and winter's cold, and not either way, i'm not regretful, i will not survive, somebody save me, the damaged style and damaged skin, is peeling off and burning within, the tearful eyes and drowning frowns, soon collides and now it meets it's destination, i will not survive, somebody save me, the passion times, there's not many though, i'm down on luck and there's too many to remember, the broken dreams and broken thoughts, my head's up high and i won't survive, i will not survive, somebody save me