At the origin,
We don't have no fear for nothing,
No scare to declare,
Even though we are naked,
And mortals from the beggining.

Today, I am running away,
Geography here is to hard to bear,
I can't stand it no more.

I have to fade out and disappear,
Another land is waiting for me, I know it.
I Hope so.
And it's not for lack of having loved you.

One way streets,
A building in which I'll never go back again,

One way streets,
A building in which I'll never go back again,

Paths that no longer belong to me,
And all these faces, with the eyes reflecting my failure,
build up a territory of memories I don't want to go through again.
How long will it tale to forget?

I decided to leave,
Or rather,
not to stay,
In a way,
I guess I am fooling myself,
by denying some kind of mapping of my feelings.

A choice, that is tearing me apart.
A choice that is amputating me