Sometimes i randomly ask the stars, do i have the right path?
Sometimes i randomly ask the wind, do i use the right chain?
Sometimes i randomly ask the dew, do i feel the right feeling?
And sometimes i ask myself, which one is true? Which one?
I feel blue for trashes.
I cry for useless thing.
I try for nothing.
I break down again and again.
too scared to let go, too tired to carry on.
And in a sudden i go back to that night, the night i broke for the first time, the night i felt i was in the lowest point of my life. The memories come back. The feelings dont, but the scars remain.
