I go contantly in circles, the past and the future addled together making a bow, my hands shake so desperately, i don't know which way to go. What awaits me in the end, i can't help but to fear, deeper in hell i descend, with every falling tear. Which way to select, so my heart won't ache , i can't help but to suspect, the past makes me fly into a rage. No back ,no forth, when i said to myself "i'm fine", i've lied, my compass shows no south or north. Can't you see that i am terrified?