Pretend to do it, even thou the wind almost faded the track
So long, how long, for sure a long long run to anticipate
My phone rings only when I feel troubled.

I can almost not see, who I've once been.
Back on track, where I find cravings for all the relief that cuffs me
It is overwhelming. I am underwhelming, but screaming "Me like I never been, how it is supposed to be."

Noisy sounds turning quiet.
Learn to know me, this time for real
Some things never change, as we all want
Only to be happy.