A glance backa glance into the now
Tears sweeten the daybut the aftertaste is bitter
Where are the good old timeswhere is my dependence – bullet!
In your presence my memories swallow me
Moment for moment you throw me back
A new waythe same pathsold fears
I’m the tool of my demons
They hide the depths of my soulin darkness
(I’m not ready for this wayto open upto give – blade!)
Let me go before I endlonely.
I cannot be what I am
Fill me with new hope.
