So if this is like you said
Then i have nothing left,
No reason to stay at this rotten place,
Of which i once hoped
That it can be refined.
No regeneration, just the illusion
Of beauty found in dying flowers.
They brought me false hope,
They left me cold.
Scrambled thoughts occur
In my head
Caused by the unclear distances.
Lead me away from this place i called home,
There's no reason for me to stay here anymore.
Guide me to unknown lands so i can
Try to unravel the threads.
Unravel the threads.

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