Being human is difficult shit.
More than one time I wanted to quit.
The whole time I didn't know where I'd fit.
Inside I will always be a kid.
Is there another way for me?
To be who I really want to be?
Sometimes I just want to run and flee.
Like Mercury sang, I want to break free.
Even though I'm just twentyfive,
My past is cutting like a knife.
There is someone to be my wife,
But is that all I have in life?
Feelings are a curse for me, too.
Tell me who the fuck I love, who?
I don't know which feeling is true.
This is like balancing on a roof.
Balancing in thousand meters height,
Looking up to see a blinding light.
Wish I had wings to take a flgiht.
After all of this I'm too tired to fight.
