I see the same stars in the distance

The off-centre roof with the same old sky

Sounds and people are different

I walk the streets with curiosity plastered

The calm dead empty streets

The road doesn’t seem to end for a while

I want to let it all out

None to wipe my tears

I miss my old life

Maybe this is for the best







You were left all alone during all the seasons

Growing up was like a sweet poison

Youth was all too gloomy and distant

Memories were too harsh to time travel

The same old four walls and the wooden chair were all I got

Not a single tender hand to reach my soul

My will to live turned to dust

My torment ended with the sunset

My ashes vanished into thin air