Knowing when to win or lose
The thought of gaining the abuse
Anger done and over now, its over
Paced up ready to define
From blank to plots that come to mind
Glory's left it marks on me
It can not be
Its time to leave this place with a trail of blue
This part will remain undone. Until I find my way
Rise from traces pushed away
Once again I leave this place
Searching for my new escape
Dont worry, im on my way
Circles Feeding on themselves
Growing tired of routine
Searching for a better shape
Of mind, im list in here
Its time to leave this place with a trail of blue
This part will remain undone. Until I find my way