Sometimes we ask ourselves,
What do we have
Even though we have so much
It comes the feeling that we have nothing at all

We pretend or create something wrong
We find problems where there's nothing at all
Like we can't accept happiness and need a challenge
Like we need something to surpass and create malice

I ask myself, why I do this so much
I do this a whole bunch
When everything is right something needs to be wrong
I need an excuse to make me feel strong

Maybe I just don't feel comfortable with happiness
Or I feel like I need stories to tell near my death
Or maybe I just grew fond of loneliness

I am at the bonfire resting carelessly
Just finding a reason to dim the light
So I can start a new journey, a new fight