I haven’t seen the scraped up scars on my knees for a while;
What hurts now is my heart… and what flows are my tears…
My bitterness and sorrow just became transparent at some point.
I wanted to become someone who was strong,
But I guess I wasn’t able to…
If I’d been honest with myself, would anything have changed?
At this point, I can say without hesitation:
This hurts.
When I glance behind, I see my cast-off shells lying around on the floor,
Though I can’t imagine I’ve been born anew an equal number of times.
Hiding my real feelings and pretending I’ve become an adult,
I’ve only managed to lose things…
I wonder if I still have time to make up for it…?
I gotta put an end already,
To those days I just rode on past.
Gotta retrace my steps at a run,
‘Cause I can still make it if I go now!
I’ve gotta cast away my indecision –
I’ll go to pick up all those empty shells!
At this point, I can say without hesitation:
I won’t let them go!