It seems that all is changing so fast
Someday I will and the other I won't
Between the lines of hope and fear
I make my way to this endless inertia
And the waiting makes my days so tough
Will I say the truth or will I stay behind?
Will I fake or will I try?
Will I pretetend to forget or take all right?
Questions that didn't come so far
Started to show up like hands in a puppet show
Tried to hear fake laughs behind me
Tried to make the world see
Tried to be who I'm not
Tried to try hard
Tired of trying
Want to change
Want to be
Me
