Folks are dazzeld with youth
but I’m losing the touch...
‘cause sometimes I just bore myself to death.
Being alone with myself
it’s chalenge enough
Think I could use some peace and rest...
If all contraditions could end in you
I won’t had to use someone else
And all the things you take as truth
are hanging on my breath
guess I’ve said enough for a day...
I was inspired by poets
And sad profets too
Sceneries that you avoid so easaly
Pardon me if I’m naive
But I just can’t control
The pain I’ve chosen as my path
If all contraditions could end in you
I won’t had to use someone else
And all the things you take as truth
are hanging on my breath
would you play along today...

If all contraditions could end in you
I won’t had to use someone else
And all the things you take as truth
are hanging on my breath
guess I’ve said enough.