I will walk away from here.
All I could do is already done.
The precipice is always near.
Whatever you knew is now gone.
And I'm too young to feel so old,
So don't stop by,
I'll drag you into the cold.
In the shade I know I'll die.
In the distance I felt your light,
But I hid from it, cause I have another fate.
Everyday is every night,
When you chose to live too late.
Why do I smile when I'm empty inside?
Is it enough reason to be sick?
Am I supposed to forever hide?
Who should I find in me and where do I have to seek?
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