Seems like this journey won't end,
And I would keep walking in a circle.
Sometimes I like to pretend-
I'm invisible,
And all I speak is in whispers.
The summer calls me,
As I await my pardon.
I was told I could be-
Whatever I wish to be,
And life has just begun.
How slowly the memories fade,
And we want an escape.
I always feel I was there before,
In the yesterday,
Now I see that place no more.
And what are the miles worth for,
When you can't find your way back.



A clock painted in black,
Stares at me-
Begs me to find my own.
To give up all I have,
And find me-
A way back home.



As I breathe and consume,
More I lose who I am.
I watch the sand slipping away,
From where I stand.
Been so long,
And I haven't said it all.
Waiting for a door to open,
I keep staring at the walls.
I wish I knew how to fly,
Before it was my turn to fall.
And no one can hear my tears,
No matter how much I call.
Never got the chance to apologize,
I wish I knew to be better.
Still remember those eyes,
It's been so long since I met her.
When was this tomorrow,
That promised me my belonging.
Nothing remains of my story,
And I keep walking.



A clock painted in black,
Stares at me-
Begs me to find my own.
To give up all I have,
And find me-
A way back home.




Everything has changed,
And that season will never return.
Been through so many rains,
Now my eyes are hurt by the sun.
I crave a storm that blurs,
And intoxicates me with more lies.
I had so many chances,
But I could never say a good -bye.
Their longing still howls,
And it get's a little dark in my ruins.
Never knew how to taste the night,
Now I chase the moon.
Silence haunts me evermore,
And I struggle to shut everything out.
Shards and pieces circling me,
Scarring me as I burn and shout.
Comfort of the old arms,
Make me realize how cold the world is.
How is he doing,
I've forgotten the face of his.
Slipping back in the lost time,
I close my eyes as I touch the ground.
I can be who ever I want to be,
No one is around.


As I take a step back,
I realize-
I've never been so alone.
As i remember what I had,
My eyes-
Search for way back home.

A clock painted in black,
Stares at me-
Begs me to find my own.
To give up all I have,
And find me-
A way back home.