When I look back,
there's nothing I see,
nothing I want,
just to move on,
just to move on quietly.
But there's something that holds me back.
I don't quite understand what.
But from what I see, what I see,
there's nothing left.
there's nothing I see,
nothing I want,
just to move on,
just to move on quietly.
But there's something that holds me back.
I don't quite understand what.
But from what I see, what I see,
there's nothing left.