Somewhere in there is my past.
I know of no revenge and yet i feel so much.
It's a flat view that hits me.
I have no doubt that changes are coming.
No beginning and no end divided in two.
I don't know me anymore and slowly
i'm getting a part of this unsheltered place.
Does it hurt when it ends?
Does it start when it stops?
The constant resound leaves me indifferent.
My doors are closing stronger than ever before.
Only i can see my wounds, i don't show them.
Retaliation is no answer, but i'm cold.
It reminds me of something, my past somewhere in there.