Walking down the road I can feel myself becoming more obsessed,
By the feelings I try to hide, the memories I try not to live with.

Following me.

There is no one here but I can feel them around me all the time,
Everywhere I go I feel them watching me.

Haunting me.

Where did everyone go and where did i go wrong?
Let me go back to be born again, let me see how it should be.

Release me,

And we shall not be who we are if we do not feel the consequences of our actions and react to the facts that we are humans and born of freedom so fuck the consequences of our actions and accept the chaos as it is and release yourself from reality again,

And i was born again and i raised myself and i was born again some people are born afraid and im afraid of dying but i do not know how to react to the life i was given.

I think too much.

But when then reality kicks in i find myself in a fucking hole,
I would like to believe,
I would like to fly,

I want to
be born

again.