Feels like I'm somewhere
where there is nothing
in this house of mistakes
with my desire to have everything.

I maybe going backward,
I still see the destination
with my dying breath,
memories seem to fog the path

despite the rain in future is bleak
but I won't wait for the clouds;
for now just let the sun shine on my cheek

This mystery of chances
says you to lie to me
but whose to say
it was all just a chance for me

I've been waiting for dice to roll;
for my ecstasy,
twisted and tangled turn of events
bought me this truth in a melancholic envelope

if you love me
let me be;
it's hard to say who's writing this story
in which I'm the actor
directed by something that is not me