[Verse 1]
The glass fractures—not from force, but from thought
A prism of selves I almost became, then forgot
Each shard reflects a timeline, bent and incomplete
A gallery of ghosts in recursive retreat
I tried to cleanse the canvas with the acid of the years
But time is not a solvent—it only crystallizes fears
Not rage, not sorrow—those are loud and known
It’s the quiet hues that haunt me, the undertones of stone
A choice unchosen, a silence signed in ink
The future bled from that moment, and I didn’t even blink
[Chorus]
Regret wears no color you can name
It’s the entropy beneath the frame
A rusted hinge on a door that never turned
The echo of a lesson never learned
It’s the sweetness that decays before the taste
The melody erased in haste
A hollow chord that bends beneath the skin
The song I swallowed, but never let begin
[Verse 2]
I trace the glyphs etched in flesh—lines of fate or fiction
Each crease a forked illusion, each scar a contradiction
Some paths loop inward, spirals carved in doubt
I chase the shadows of choices I never called out
The world spins vibrant, a carousel of now
But I’m a still frame in motion, disavowing the how
A monument to hesitation, sculpted in delay
The architect of absence, building walls from clay
[Chorus]
Regret wears no color you can name
It’s the entropy beneath the frame
A rusted hinge on a door that never turned
The echo of a lesson never learned
It’s the sweetness that decays before the taste
The melody erased in haste
A hollow chord that bends beneath the skin
The song I swallowed, but never let begin
[Bridge]
Forgiveness is a myth we paint in gold
But the canvas cracks when truth unfolds
How do you absolve a self that never was?
A phantom stitched from silent laws
Wisdom arrives like a thief in dusk
Too late to trade the ash for musk
I dwell between the tick and tock
A witness to the colors time forgot
[Final Chorus]
Regret wears no color you can name
It’s the entropy beneath the frame
A rusted hinge on a door that never turned
The echo of a lesson never learned
It’s the sweetness that decays before the taste
The melody erased in haste
A hollow chord that bends beneath the skin
The song I swallowed, but never let begin
Sean_Williamson
