No one knows why I went bad When the sun rose, I lost sight of that young brat As days go by, I'm left with my past As nights go by, I put on my mask
All I can do is fix the mistakes Allowing myself to set sail on lakes, first Letting destiny be my anchor Its sails are carried by the wind and the water
I may carry on with some abandon And the victories might come all of a sudden Yet, the losses do not bother me anyway I know I am destined to win, today
We made many of them. I have made so many of them, I have lost count of them. Happy New Year