To go back in time and change a bad memory
Would take a valuable lesson away from me
Every single thing I have done has created a mold
For me to pour in my heart and soul
Some things may seem outragerous not to regret
But the worse they seem the less I fret
While those things have done all they could to shake me
My mold is strong and they can not break me
Even if it means learning lessons the hard way
I will take experience over regret any day
Changing things in my life would be changing my free will
And the thought of that would leave me bitterly ill