Yeah...this is me, me and my mind, mind goes twirling, yet I can't find my perplexed soul. With every step i take i am pulled towards the never ending end. No matter what I decide, because decisions are always made on a strong basis with a fucking logic.
To hell with that! Their isn't any logic in love is there?!
Well it really doesn't matter does it?...I wanted to take the right turn but I tend to take the left one, although I have an urge to go straight but eventually i take the trail my footprints left. But as I turned they were already washed away. No matter how hard i try to find a way or a trail i end up at the beginning. So here I stand, at the end of a deserted street, a lonely place, no one to call out, no destination to go to, no land to be named...yet no regrets...