En betraktelse över förändringar i livet.
Start:
Suddenly my life was torn apart
forcing me to a brand new start,
but I don’t know where my steps are leading me.
Still I know the void is worse than falling free.
Sneaking away over night-old ice
with careful steps, fully in disguise.
But the burden of the past weighs my back
and there’s always a risk they are following my tracks.
It’s definetely new.
A new direction in life.
More like reset, than resurrection.
It’s new.
A new way of life.
I have to regret, with less perfection.
Voices are whispering my name
and say: ”Come, we’ll make it all the same!
We’ll give you back the life you didn’t want to leave
if you just give up in everything you believe.”
It’s a perfect time to break up
and a perfect time for breaking down
or maybe both.
Continuation:
I had a place where I belonged.
I had a mission to accomplish.
Now they are gone.
Is this the start of something better
something that will last?
Is this the start of something better
or am I running from the past?
Is this the start of something better
or just a great mistake?
Is this a step into the future
or a step over the edge?
I had a place where I belonged
It was the most quiet place.