Sanitas Animae

I don’t like compromises
I don’t know why
while these seem to be a better solution
for all the problems
o’mine

I’ve never felt so sorry
for I’ve ever stayed for
shall I look for anyone
who helps keeping decisions
o’mine?

Just clean up the soul
to clean up even body
where’s the difference between those?
who ever knows
you’ve got two eyes two ears
to see and hear around you
all the stuff seems touchable
everything seems so much touchable

I don’t feel any sorrow
‘bout the life I’ve lived
while it seems so strange not beautiful
there comes the past
o’mine

I’ve made a lot of mistakes
trying to clean up my mess
but I’ve made it even worse and worse
in spite of reason
o’mine