One way streets, A building in which I'll never go back again,
Paths that no longer belong to me, And all these faces, with the eyes reflecting my failure, build up a territory of memories I don't want to go through again. How long will it take to forget ?
I decided to leave, Or rather, not to stay, In a way, I guess I am fooling myself, by denying some kind of mapping of my feelings.
A choice, that is tearing me apart. A choice that is amputating me.