as estradas estão vazias.

estradas vazias.
sometimes I just think that I shouldn't came back home.
I knew what it was.
I knew that I would regret this, but I didn't know how much it would be.
A lot!
So much more that I wasn't able to feel that time.
That time I made my decision.

And now I feel I'm losing my time.
Time that I was having.
It's fine, I tell myself, but it's a lie.
I know it is.