I try to make some sense of it all.
But it makes no sense at all.

I am somehow stuck with you.

Stuck in the corner.
With no ways to escape.

I have to walk over painted ground.
I have to face the unknown.

And I will not laugh.

Cause I will have tears in my torn eyes.
And tears in my wounded heart.

When I am about to walk out and met the unknown.

Cause.

This makes no sense at all anymore.