treading water

Life here sounds like a collection of broken promises, suitcases in the hallway, and a rose whose petals fell long ago. The words are full of self-loathing, pain, and yet hope that for the sake of his daughter, he can break the usual pattern. The music swings between confession and a cry into the void, as if a person is standing on the edge: one more step and it's the abyss, but still, you want to believe that the road ahead will lead to the light.