Two roads... split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.

I wanted to be that breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I´m ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far, seems far from here.

Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
Come back to me, come back to me, to me.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
Come back to me, back to me, to me.

I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don´t know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I´m sick of this scene,
I need a break from routine.

I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don´t know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I´m sick of this scene,
I need a break from routine.

Two roads... split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.

Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...far!...