Oct 2020
We are born on our own
And we die but not our souls
We meet new people and old fouls
Wasting energy on every thing that makes our hearts boil
The art of peer pressure giving us every reason to dream
But the infertility of youth is the death of us
Chasing new inspiration from old ideas
And following lost role models just to find a purpose
Wasted energy..
Infertile is the land we work and gloomy are the roses that sprout
Too many times we get lost trying to find ourselves.
Then get depressed over fans and followers
Because we seek to imitate more than we desire to dream
And we die but not our souls
We meet new people and old fouls
Wasting energy on every thing that makes our hearts boil
The art of peer pressure giving us every reason to dream
But the infertility of youth is the death of us
Chasing new inspiration from old ideas
And following lost role models just to find a purpose
Wasted energy..
Infertile is the land we work and gloomy are the roses that sprout
Too many times we get lost trying to find ourselves.
Then get depressed over fans and followers
Because we seek to imitate more than we desire to dream
Why do you try so hard to be different, why don't you try to be yourself....? Why do you have so many role models you privately admire as your idols, but still convince you to love yourself...? Who are you really and are your dreams real or just a subconscious illusion you've made your reality...?
