Is there something that waits for me?
Is there something I'll regret to see when I'm older and I'll have to recede
Into the background
And how much time will I still be around?
Not as a person but as what I've done in my life
The opportunity is in the air
There's still so much of that
And I gave up already
I enjoy things sometimes
Even my life sometimes
But I see
What my life could be like
I could have a thousand faces
For me it's the way to know myself better
Or at least to feel better in the company around
Then the time comes around and I see
What I'm looooosiiiiing
At one point it never gets different and I die
With so many questions left on my mind
When does life really end?
Is it after death or is it way sooner?
I know I can only see the negatives
But what if it never gets better?
I hate myself for the things I haven't done
But do they really matter?
Will I have the guts to do them though?
Will I?
Ever?
I guess I'll do them later
But what about the things I HAVE done?
Will I mend them later?
After all this comes the time
When people will stop talking to me seriously
And I won't have a chance to change it back anymore
Despair
You're getting old
The opportunity is in the air
There's still so much of that
And I gave up already
I enjoy things sometimes
Even my life sometimes
But I see
What my life could be like
Sometimes
I just can't get over my sadness
Sometimes I hate the others
Even though they are my friends
I don't really wanna end up like this
Fighting reconciliation with fabricated happiness
I know I'm not empty
But I'm scared to look inside