why is this so hard for me, to get up again, to get up again? why is this so hard for me, to realise it's over now? why is this so hard for me, to let go the love, to let go the love? why is this so hard for me, to understand, that it's better now? why is this so hard for me, to get over it, to get over you? why is this so hard for me, to believe in me, to accept mistakes? why is this so hard for me, get up again, to get up again? I don't wanna know how many times I'm gonna break down to the ground. I don't wanna be hurt, but I always hurt myself. I don't wanna know how many times I'm gonna break down to the ground. I don't wanna be hurt, but I always hurt myself. is there anything left on the road, to pull me up again, to pull me up again? why is this so hard for me, to let fade the light, you brought into my life? why is this so hard for me, to admit I don't wanna live without you? why is this so hard for me, not to turn you around, make you look in my face? why is this so hard for me, to forget how you looked into my eyes? I don't wanna know how many times I'm gonna break down to the ground. I don't wanna be hurt, but I always hurt myself. I don't wanna know how many times I'm gonna break down to the ground. I don't wanna be hurt, but I always hurt myself. Is there anything left on the road, to pull me up again, to pull me up again? even if there were stairs, I'd wonder where's my energy to lift my legs up. I even know it's kind of a pleasure that at least I can step one foot in front the other. So many people, who wish they could walk, who wish they could hear, who wish they could talk, who wish they could stear their life as they want it. so many people, whose life's really shit, whose life's just a bitch, fuckin' them every single day, takin' all good things away. uh. so many people filling their stomache with moldy mash from the trash, cause they got no cash. they need to steal dash away, livin' for today in the very worst way and I'm sittin' here, wondering why, you can't stay, wondering why, I can't rejoyce, and don't try to find new ways, and don't try to find new ways. is there anything left on the road to pull me up again, tp pull me up again? is there anything left on the road, to pull me up again, to pull me up again? Pull me up again, just pull me up again! Pull me up again, just pull me up again! Pull me up again, just pull me up again! Pull me up again, just pull me up again!

When I was a child, I thought it would be cool, to be finally grown up and responsibly. I was not able to wait, but everything seemed so motherfuckin' goddamn far away, uh. I never expected, the time could run like this. Somehow I was thinkin' that the future don't exist. Everything seems to stay, none of my friends would ever ever ever fade away, uh. Playin' with my bro, disputing with my bro. I can believe that the time makes me missin' it so! I neither wanted to look back, nor wanted I to go back. I didn't want to lose the traction on my track, yeah! between my childhood and now, I can't feel any difference the only thing I say for sure “I hate, when everything depends.. on me!” Responsibility, get the fuck away from my road, I hate it when my shoulders got to carry all this load. Oh god, would it be great to never have to mind, Oh god, would it be great to never have to find an answer on the irritating questions people ask. Fuck, it's amazing how I want a pass, back to my past Is this the life, I always wanted? Time is hunting me, like a fucking, rabid hornet. The world is just seepin' away, and the way the moments last, is like living in the past, yo Is this the life, I always wanted? Time is hunting me, like a fucking, rabid hornet. The world is just seepin' away, and the way the moments last, is like living in the past, yo When I saw what other people have, I wanted to have this, too. I was fighting for too long so I didn't realise, the dream came true. Never appreciated what I got. I'm waiting for the day my pleasure drops. Fuck. But when I try to remember the delights of my life, yeah, then I know I missed all the happiness inside. Life is always rude and tries to stress me, but with the time I learned to not let myself get impressed from a mess. Songs that remind me, are living inside me. They keep me thinking of moments I can't change. I've got no time machine, so they're out of my range, I never wanted to change anything in my past, but I just wanted to make it last. Is this the life, I always wanted? Time is hunting me, like a fucking, rabid hornet. The world is just seepin' away, and the way the moments last, is like living in the past, yo! Is this the life, I always wanted? Time is hunting me, like a fucking, rabid hornet. The world is just seepin' away, and the way the moments last, is like living in the past, yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Livin', livin' in the past, yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Is this the life, I always wanted? Time is hunting me, like a fucking, rabid hornet. The world is just seepin' away, and the way the moments last, is like living in the past. Is this the life, I always wanted? Time is hunting me, like a fucking, rabid hornet. The world is just seepin' away, and the way the moments last, is like living in the past. Is this the life, I always wanted? Time is hunting me, like a fucking, rabid hornet. The world is just seepin' away, and the way the moments last, is like living in the past, yo!