Life seems to be floating straight through my hands
I want to grab it but it slips through the sink
Moments they come and go
But what stays is that bitter taste of my past
That shines in brightest colours
Calling for me to come back
And so I slowly become a slave to the glance of my memories
I try to look forward
But all I can see is a reflection of my past
The step that has been waiting for so long to be made
Would leave behind the masquerade that makes me feel so goddamn safe
So I’m still stuck
Nailed onto the ground underneath my feet
I Feel unable to move
Forced to stay in my same old mind
Time is the crack that slowly breaks every safe ground
Nostalgia
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