the end of the road
i look left, i see a cliff
i look right, a vast and empty desert
i look back, why do i look back?
why not keep going?
the road has ended, does it matter
if i get my feet wounded by the broken ground?
why do i look back?
when all it does is make me yearn
yearn for all the years lost forever
for all the memories i can remember
in my haste to run as far away as i can,
i failed to see where my feet took me
it took me back to the memories i tried hard to turn away from
i wonder since when, since when i became you
your favorite song became my favorite song
your favorite food became my favorite food
i really should stop looking back
suddenly...that quick turn to the left doesn't look so bad
