Walls of Sand

Under the burning sun, you left me after all those years

You still think I'm sick, I'll make it quick

I'll make it quick before it's too late to come back to my own self

I chose the wrong way when i faced the doorway

Could it make me a better man or a better dead?

Perhaps the border of the walls we created is only made of sand

Everything to me is like it used to be

But one morning you saw me differently

I just feel the same as before but now you just make war

If you ever search for me, I'll be drowning in the sea