Panteka

So I've brokened my routine without a trace
with a shot of rudder I've slapped away my past
And I watch it desappear behind te horizon
without a wave,a greeting,a goodbye

thoughts overlap
and run fast from my head
don't let I trap them
in a sheet of paper from a pen

thinkin'again
I've a lump in my throat
all is changin'now and getting worst
All my future now,
inchomprehensible,
conditiones my life everyday
Another helpin hand,
another regret,
Do those things matter to me?