You look for one thing and find another and everything in between.
You think you're smart but don't know whether you're thirty or seventeen.
Your feet are shaking, your hands and hanging out and your head doesn't understand.
These last days you've lost the count of lines that you have crossed,
When searching for a solid ground, but in this world you're lost.
You want to cry but there are no tears cause you know how silly it would be.
The good and bad things are slowly beginning to make a little sense.
From times to times the trouble comes then quickly fades away.
Leaves your lungs in wounds and leaves both heaven and earth all gray.
The world is going to be another way when you wake up another day.
