Glory nights that silence me,
Empty words that I feel inside,
The moonlight that let's me be,
People from which I need to hide.

Senseless days that glorify me,
Shabby demeanor all day,
I still struggle to find the key
As to what I have to say.

Happy to have been a part
Of my life and my destiny's,
Living is a form of art,
It just brings the worst memories.

Next highway is surely mine,
It's easy to recognise,
It leads to a dead end with the sign...
You've seen too much with your eyes!