It's alright to stop Don't run without knowing where you’re going anymore. It’s alright to not have any dreams All of the air you breathe out is already paradise.
The tomorrow we’ve been waiting for becomes the name of yesterday at some point. Tomorrow becomes today, today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes yesterday and is behind me.
These mixed feelings with my life on the line, I pretend to be careless. This isn’t the first time, I better get used to it. I try to hide it, but I can’t