The white paint has given up
Mixed up all black

things stuffs all around here
Even in songs that are sung unconsciously
There is that someone in the lyrics

mixed up
all i messed up
Thoughts always walking backward
Sighs stacking up, becoming yawns
Not even knowing I was deceived by sleep
As I stretch

My worn out nails
Face my scars

Like a habit
Digging through the memories again

its all upside down
Trying to pick up what’s been put down
where ever you-are

i’m walking till i’m healing
Till this season changes
the wound is cut too deep in

i’m walking the edge
Wonder where the end is

Going backwards once again
Today copies yesterday again, copy that
Thoughts and time playing tug of war, it’s mine
Time has gotten stolen by the memories

can’t stop to imagine
What is a misunderstanding?
In the past
There is no one
But I keep calling out to someone

My footprints have started again
Nothing special about the truth

Like a habit
I’m substituting you again
there’s nothing to change
cause i’m always the same

i’m walking till i’m healing
Till this season changes
the wound is cut too deep in

i’m walking the edge
Wonder where the end is

Going backwards once again
Today copies yesterday again, copy that
Thoughts and time playing tug of war, it’s mine
Time has gotten stolen by the memories

can’t stop to imagine
What is a misunderstanding?
In the past
There is no one
But I keep calling out to someone