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Looking back on my footsteps on the cold ground, feeling like fleeing |
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They say the path I took should be my fate, but I wanna take my lazy steps on my own |
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Day by day, second by second, I set the course anew |
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Walking through the frames of my life, looking for the moments I'll remember with a smile |
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Tripping over lies and hate, envy and vanity |
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I wish I could change the order of proceedings, no chance at all |
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I build a time machine, I will reverse my mistakes, pain fade away! |
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All these sources of noise are whispering and screaming, tempting and frightening |
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in the middle of my head, beyond my heart |
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They try to change my mind into something bad, fighting against them for years |
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But in the end I still decide on my own, fearing the mistakes, |
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fearing the responsibility to myself and to my beloved, to my beloved |
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These photos can't overlook the flashlights, they are surrounding me, observing all my movements |
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But finally it's me who's crying for my perfect sincerity, crying for my salvation, crying for the respect against for myself |
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So where is the golden means of all decisions? Don't even know if there is a right way I could choose |
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I go down on my knees, I'm yelling at the ground, in the hope of finding some new answers |
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Thousands of questions, only one life for finding answers. |
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One question for thousands of lives - breathing slowly - what if |
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Despite this I never stopped believing in, waiting for the point I can see it clearly |
