Two roads... split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere. But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceiving Ш ways of sticking around. And I'm running to disappear, Vacation seems far, seems far from here.
Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me, come back to me, to me. Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me, back to me, to me.
I can feel my mind, wandering again. Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home? And I'm sick of this scene, I need a break from routine.
Two roads... split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...far!...