I have come a long way where I started from, but I'm still not even close to where I'm going
I can no longer see the shine that has been lighting up my way, I cannot feel its glowing
The fire in my heart is dying, and the zeal I had is gone
This path that I've chosen's a rocky one, long, hard and frozen it has become
Each turn that I've taken on the way has only led me back to Hell
I am dying down growing weaker now, it could seem that I'm doing fine
But I'm broken to little pieces deep inside
Why did I ever choose to go this way, the question I keep asking myself all the time
where
started
rocky
still
question
pointed
pieces
doing
shine
broken
dream
destruction
asking
become
could
little
weaker
myself
cannot
dying
guess
close
inside
taken
choose
frozen
glowing
going
heart
growing
instinct
lighting
longer
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