My life is a suitcase, I’ve seen the world, I’ve travelled many miles.
There’s something I run from, I don’t know what, I don’t know why, but still
I feel it behind me, it’s dark and swallows everything I love.
I dare not to look back, I keep on moving just in case it’s real.
Is it life that makes us bleed,
is it luck or misery?
Is it love that makes us seek,
is it chance or destiny?
Is it all that we’ve done wrong,
or a wrathful God above?
Is it burden of the past,
that this pain will always last.
My life is a suitcase, I’ve seen the world, I’ve travelled thousand miles.
The world is my witness, I come and go, I never stay for long.
My name is a pseudonym, I rarely talk, I never get involved.
The girl in the mirror, she’s strange to me, I don’t know who I am.