"distinction"
Losing myself in all that hype, I can't point out at the distance, My sight is blurred, I barely move, Everyone is moving at the speed of light I could not make myself to catch up with all that is around, Instead I found myself falling, my legs are bare, On the burning ground Lifting my head towards the horizon I look at the sky so bright and limitless I want to get the hold of myself I want to force myself to inhale another breath of air, I have to make all the fears go away My fragile figure is lying on the ground, I try to figure out the way out of the confined pain in my chest, I want to stop wandering, Find something that could balance the Warhol inside my soul, I need to get rid of the mess, There is no way back, there's only one chance, I have to try and find my real distinction, That bonds all the pieces of my life as a whole.