running in circles...
who was the one to pave these streets...
I close my eyes...
and my life, it flashes...
All I wanted was to make a difference
Now I am apart of the headlines...
I wanted so many things...
Now that time too has past...
Life doesn't come with a manuscript...
it may be filled with innocence, or regret...
at the end, you may have questions...
but who holds the answers...
Why couldn't you get to the one person...
Why did a man beat me broken...
the quest for love...
reminds me of the hope I had for world peace...
My hands and feet...
Covered in blood and deceit...
what if I could find my way back to the start...
back to the day, of my birth...
Would I have acted the same...
What if I follow in this backward direction...
will I find those I have lost along the way...
Do they even glance, or do they tell me to stay on my own path...
you meet every one person...
for sometimes an undefined purpose...
it can be as tricky as science...
we can get lost in the symbols of these mathematics...
What does it mean to be emotional minded...
how can I go back and fix the inscription....
if I did this would I be stronger...
Or would I only be led by anger...
If you have come in and out of my life...
what was the reason for leaving...
you left in the second season...
was I really that much of an imposition...
These questions I hope to get answers...
Before I be laid down to rest in peace...
For I will toss and turn in my grave...
and there I cannot find mistakes...
I am supposed to feel free...
I must catch up on my repentance...
and beg for forgiveness...
before they cover me with those red colored roses...