Tonight was the same , just like a playback.
I could fastforward, rewind, yet never stop the consistancy of this
treacherous life.
I see you again with the knife at your wrist and gun to your head.
I wonder and ponder about why, it takes so much time to lose your binding.
I look at your window seeing nothing at all, except for the shadowing mirror
image.
As soon as walk that first dying step,
I feel my blood run cold, as with your one last breath you scream the only
word i'll ever hear from you.
So there I turn and walk the lonely path.
I lie my head until I breath again,
setting out for another being.
As this movie keeps repeating, I stumble from the truth and pain.
 
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