9/8

She took so many paths, that were the wrong path, that lead her to the wrong place
She met the weirdest monsters in late-night streets, after late-night shows
Redemption, ranting her steps on the floor she crawls her way back home
Again
To cold, to ruins, to entropy
Her roots are pulled up from the earth

Room sunk into haze
Alienation

Hide and seek in haste
Out of time again

I am fed up with regret and guilt
Can't get up without regret and guilt
If it's me who is choosing to run, why can't I stop?
'Cause I don't really mind to tear up my own guts
If it's me who is choosing this path, why do I want out?
It's my call to choose this path, it's my call to get out
Why do I walk away like that?
Rather make myself bleed in than out
What's the reason to walk away like that?
Rather make myself bleed in than out
Why did I walk away like that?
Rather make myself bleed in than out
There's a reason to walk away like that

I need some time to think without judgment imposed by myself
Goes so fast yet so slow there's no point in forcing the change
Embracing contradictions is the key to solve the maze
I won't live up to my word, I won't live up to my word, I will live up to myself