Something is happening to me

But I'm not scared

I guess I'm just becoming more aware

Aware of what I am

And what is around

Aware of all the troubles

That each of us surrounds

I'm seeing things differently

Things I might've liked

Now have become objects

Which I might even despise

Aware of what you are

And how you live

Aware of what you don't got

What you don't give

People around me

Places I see

Leave me feeling so empty

Like it's not what it is supposed to be

Aware of all your mistakes

Which you constantly make

Aware of what you don't say

And all the time you waste

Are you someone to look up to?

Someone who can be admired

Are you a hero?

Are you a fighter?

Are you a winner?

Are you a climber?

Or are you just another tired old man

Who's young at heart

With a lottery ticket in his hand

Cause you look tired

You make me sick

You're a liar and you don't even give a shit

Aware I have become

Of the moon and of the sun

And how they shine on everyone

But still you complain

While you look the other away

Aware I am

But I do not understand