The gestures and touch when we last met
Truth is that I forgot what feelings were
'Cus I was focusing on raising the walls
Not on the bridge I was supposed to raise
This endless thought became stuck in my head
"How could I not just fucking fail"
All in all it's not a matter of faith
It's a matter of memories passing away
How I came to this?
How far has it come?
Have I lost my will to fight?
I don't want to be the one
They say people come and people go
But in the end it's me and myself
Can I look in the mirror and safely say
"I've done everything I could, and this is a true reflection of me"