I tried to go somewhere,
but ended up here.
All the signs that I saw
on my road, down below.
And all the bad things that I’ve done.
I did not intend to hurt you, sun.
With my empty hands I pray
for my love to find a better way.
You made me feel a thousand different ways,
but you never gave me pain.
You went outside my range, now,
I am to blame.
Your arms are somehow clean.
Although, they are painted memories of your life.
Now, I haven’t felt more far – away
than when I fall into another day.