Someone told me the other day
If I've ever lost my way I always can find another
My decisions lead astray, life is getting harder,
I always find myself making same exact mistakes without getting smarter
With all this weight of disappointment
And shadows of my faded friends
I'll keep moving forward to the point
Wait until a lonely way will end
In silence, I'm hiding the loudest screams
In silence, what else can this life bring
In silence, holding on as much as I can, when everything that surrounds me loses sense and all beliefs are becoming nothing. Is it the end?
Or a beginning? Can something light the way?