They keep talking like they’ve been taught to do
They’ll keep laughing,
Nobody sees the real soul,
We all keep living in this big fake air balloon,
We all just looking around us,
Cause the world is the one we can trust on,
No we have no choice,
We’re just living it like there’s nothing wrong
We all keep living in this big fake air balloon.

Seeing the crowd,
I can’t talk I can’t move,
Cause they’ll wait for the
Special part,
So they can look at eachother
And talk afterwards,

If you aren’t acting the same way
They will dump you like a getaway
They ask me why am I this closed,
Why am I afraid to complety be myself,

I’ll anwser what if I’m different,
If I won’t fit in the crowd,
I’d completly be isolated from the world,
People will look at you with a different eye,
They will see you like a dismissed colour,
Talk about you with great honor,

I like my imperfections,
I like being different,
I like living my own space,
But they won’t
I’d rather keep it to myself,
Than destroying myself in public

I’m admiring this life,
but I’m falling behind,
little hopes, from every corner,
numbness attacking, whatever I’m doing,
dreams are crumbled, strolling down the the hill,
I’m trying to become, but life got me so sick,
there is no end, when I’m facing these tricks,
pushing, fighting, screaming, just to stay high,
but why, can’t I be happy for this time,
I don’t have abilities, priorities,
Too messed up to build up a career,
thankyou for sending me this fear,
still I need to fight,
so I can say that I’ve tried….