I should go.
I can't just speak by the other.
I should grow.
I can't resemble to another one.

Time passes while you wait for another shot.
People pass through your life like a gunshot.
Hard to find a solid ground to set your feet on
And stay around.

I should toast
For another year that I've been through
Like a host that've been locked up by the ghost of you.

All of a sudden every bruise that you caused on me
comes back to you in a greater strength.
Now I'm free to be whatever I want to be.
Now I'm free to be whatever I want to be.