We are addicted so something which is so far from us,
that we are willing to lose our minds,
trying to get it.
I've lost mine already.
Sometimes, I don't even know if I should wait,
because after I find it,
Life will start, taking me over.
They exhaust us,
and how come I'm the only one who isn't going to miss anyone.
These 3 years were the worst thing that have ever happened to me,
and I won't miss anything.
And yet, they keep trying to gather us,
as if we need it.
Dreams are the only solution to know what your wills are.
I barely know mine.
I want to change, so much.
But when I think the sacrifice.
I can never be tied up to anything except one.
And I cannot lose my freedom.
Behave well, behave nicely.
They won't stay alive so long.
It's so funny, isn't it?
How almost everything is circled by death.
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