Am I still here? Left love
Lost in the intermission
Am I just paranoid or is this my intuition?
I'm troubled by these visions, struck by lightning, a superstition
I'm nowhere to be found at night, I've gone on a sacred mission
The stroke of luck, though ever-changing
The mask stays in shape when
I change my ways to a different destiny
What's there left to love?
You love to leave
I opened briefcases with bombs in and secret wishes
I left thе screen on read, I skipped all the dirty dishеs
A broken puzzle piece could never fit the description
I'm being chased by time as I wonder what is missing
Another day at the maze where
I daydream of holidays
The chasing of the pavement ends in a daze
What's there left to love?
You love to leave