It became very simple: You.

…considering the weight of the bricks I laid, now that I’m through..
One by one, sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back…
you can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away..
The heavy weight of promises made, if I could exonerate, I might just lift off today.
You can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away.

waiting is wasting for people like me…

You still are blind, if you see a winding road, ‘cause there’s always a straight way to the point you see.