Two roads split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
Note to self: I miss you terribly; this is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me, come back to me, to me.
I can feel my mind wandering again, into where I dont know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving faster than I can. And I'm sick of this scene; I need to break the routine.
Which part of me is left? I feel so close, and yet I am so far. Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so far!