Staring at the streetlights, wondering of things I'll never reach in my life.
I'm so naive... that's what the whole world wants me to believe.
But what will I choose as my reality?
Maybe to watch the dark underneath a dirty hood and breathing what's gonna remorseless cut myself inside. I don't think so!
People get like magic everything they never deserved.
And it seems that I should consider it unfair. That's the way we learned.
Some think straight. Some shoot their own heads.
Some just dream contradicting the shadows.
It has stolen the colours, it has stolen the brightness.
And we're still dancing, rising above all fears.
The world will keep hunting us not even causing scratches in our back.
We'll always carry on somehow with wide-opened chests!
We're separating by the barriers we have imposed since ever.
And every single choice we made with no regret has flawed.
Things are so far away from where they're supposed to be.
But why should I give up?
When a hundred percent of my ambitions are not really dead.
My hopes and wishes have not been already buried.
People get like magic everything they never deserved.
And it seems that I should consider it unfair. That's the way we learned.
Some think straight. Some shoot their own heads.
Some just dream contradicting the shadows.
It has stolen the colours, it has stolen the brightness.
And we're still dancing, rising above all fears.
The world will keep hunting us not even causing scratches in our back.
We'll always carry on somehow with wide-opened chests!