THIS QUIET
Let all these years slide through your hands
As oil on the skin, it can burn or dank
The lessons you learned but then you forgot them
Once lose in all, you can't recover
Blaming yourself for all the failures
Compare the past and the behaviors
Then finding yourself totally loser
But when you realize it, you're just a boozer
Running from a desert
In disorder to keep safe
Escaping from the clichès
To get better and find new wishes
And I can't believe
That the best's gone
And I've not lived it
I wasn't meant for reality
But life came and just found me
