What has this life given to me?
I tread this desolate theater of solitude,
And feel as a victim isolated.
A ghost where ghost do not belong,
Undertow with the footsteps at my back
Leave the shifted sand in the black –
Still lost but starting a new track.

Excepting this new life because I have nothing left as an option.
Spherical path, fill the circuit, living carefree don't forget me.
Confusion unable to predict what's left to come,
Jumping the gun, no one has won, what have I done?
Who cares I cannot take it back.

I blame no one for who I've become.
Forgiveness will not come from others, sometimes you must forgive yourself.
It's taken a long time for me to get here, walking the trail ready to fail
The world will not stop for my grief but autonomy lasts eternity.
I can feel it, my chance to escape – the time is now the door is open.