I finally noted
That I am here alone
And all the things I'm doing
Should be for myself, not for the crowd
The life is not that simple
And it will take me so long
To do my artistic shit
To understand the things that I already know
I hate the feeling when I'm tryin' do my best
And brain tells me something different that the thing inside my chest
The time is flying, it doesn't stop
I'm feeling tired, I'm feeling stuck
Last week I met my friend who told me
That I am wrong with waiting
That I should get my life in the hands
And try to survive
All the bullshit that people talk
I hate the drama
But it's my Melodrama
With the things I should have start
But I am drowning, is that my best?
And brain still tells me something different that the thing inside my chest
The time is flying, it doesn't stop
Im feeling tired, I'm feeling stuck
What if
I will still be waiting
With the things I've should start?
What if
In few years in the future
I will regret that I didn't make that shit work
Mmmmmmm
My old friend
I still remember you
Where are we now?
I still remember you
Where are we now?