I slam the breaks on my mind
Reverse. Reverse. Reverse.
Back to a time where everything was trivial.
Where it didn't matter if I tripped up
Cut my knees
Cause they could heal...
Broken things could be repaired.

And now I wonder
Am I too far gone to mend my self?
My troubled head
And fix the way I think about life
I often dwell on death instead.

They tell me: imagine the things you say to yourself now
Are what you are saying to your childhood self
Are these things ok to say to a child?
Or should you shut your mouth?

I slam the accelerator of my mind
Forward. Forward. Forward.
Towards a brighter time ahead.
Where it doesn't matter if I mess up
Be reckless
Cause in time things will heal.
Broken things can be repaired.