Yet, confusions in me exists. Why am I still here? Why am I doing nothing? Why am I doing a lot but nothing good comes?
Every time I look around, you're not around.
I need a grip, I'm losing one, I got no friend.
But in my loneliness, anyone new I meet just leads me back to you. Why is that?
I lost my path. Me and my dreams are strangers now and forever.
No matter how often I got surprised by how small the world is... I still can't get my feet stand on the place where I should.
... what happens in my bedroom, stays in my bedroom...