I have a long way to go, but have no ride to take me there
Rain is coming and the weight of the day rests on my shoulders.
I want to let it go for just a moment, home is far away.

Since that day in the playgorund, when i was alone tackling the highest monkey bar, i've been on my toes my entire life.
The things that are required of me are always a bit higher than my hand can reach.
The world's expectations stand before me like the Everest. The higher i aim, the higher this mountain of stress grows. I know i can never rest.
The Pills won't extinguish my discontent, so i just bite my tongue and battle the night.
Now i understand why standing in line is the first thing they teach you as a child.
'Human interaction' has become an oxymoron.
The world is brimming with interactions, but there is no place for anything human within them.
I once dreamed because i was afraid of becoming ordinary, now it's all i want.
As i stand all alone in the rain, i realize that if you don't grow, even growing pains are nothing but pain.

The older i get, the more afraid i become. I'm running but my feet and my heart have forgotten why.
Dreams have become baggage. My only option is to leave them and keep running.
They tell me to just take one more step, i raise my head and see that i'm in front of a cliff.
Behind me, expectations are lined up, pretending that they're keeping me standing when really they are busy pushing.
The commas i needed in my life have become entangled with numbers.
The world lends a calculated hand. I don't want to reach for it, but i'm more afraid of being left empty handed.
Time isn't the only thing that goes even when you hold it back.
I look to the cloudy skies, i once could dream but tonight it's hard to even close an eye.

Could you, for a moment, stop and give me a lift?
i can't walk any longer, the wind is blowing and even still

Is there no place for me in this big world?
am I the only one on this road?
Is there not one seat for me?
Home is so far away.

Things i have to do, the money i have to make...
there was something more than that.
I used to have a path, i used to have something that was like a dream.
i had a dream.

Coffee makes me feel so alive
Rain makes me feel so relax
And You makes me feel so pleasant

Imagine that, i would have such a delightful life if those elements combine.

But for now, i just need to be please just by coffee on my desk and rain outside my room.
Cause there's no you.
Not yet.

There's always a lot of things that make me captivated by humans
The way they talk,
the way they laugh,
the way they make someone so happy

And i know there's a lot of them that aren't trustable too
they can hurt you in a way you cannot imagine

But that's the beauty of them
how can they still amaze you when they've done something so evil

And that is the thing that makes me look like a fool
Only a fool who willing to get hurt just to see that beautifulness
over and over again

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