Around.

I walk a narrow straight road

But as well I tremble in my serpentine path.

I go ahead

But then again I walk in circles.

On and on

And on

And on,

It all seems to go nowhere.

It does not make any sense,

This silly life,

This empty little shell,

It does not make any.

Then you come

And say

That there's nothing wrong,

There's nothing wrong.

I believed you,

But then everything fall apart,

I got broken

And I fall into pieces.

There's nothing wrong.

Then I walk the narrow road

In my serpentine path

And I am bound in chains,

And I am bound in circles.