At Last

At last, the end

The blindfold hits the ground

This game was played before my eyes

Took me back (to the start)

It denies the chance to see my own lane

My own script

And I peek behind the scene

And I hate to see my self, the way you do

I run to the water

My life before my eyes

I carry my own piece of universe

I crawl through the smoke reaching for a hand

I long to get back what you stole

Get it back

This is the end, my own fiction

I run to the water

My life before my eyes

I carry my own piece of universe

I crawl through the smoke reaching for a hand

I long to get back what you stole