My life is a circle —
No beginning and no end.
It’s always repeating
A trail I defend to the time.
A misunderstanding
That can’t be erased like a file.
I’ve got all I wanted
But still I’m not satisfied.
How far will I go to,
And search my respect and my pride?
How long will I lie to
Myself about the privilege of my live?
It turns around,
‘Till I die
In the dark
With me.
Why am I sad? Why am I sad?
When I have more than I ever had?
My life is too stable,
I get no air,
My jail is my skin.
I’m false like a fable
That is being praised
For its sin.
And once I am trying
To follow the light then
The bitch grips my feet
Pulls me down, underneath.
How far will I go to,
And search my respect and my pride?
How long will I lie to,
Myself about the privilege of my live?
How deep will I have to,
Fall before I find the world again?
It’s always repeating,
The earth turns around and around
‘Till I die
Take the time
Missing me
With me