I always tell myself I'm going to leave home and I can't
I always have the idea of u200bu200bgoing to the countryside, the west and a land, but
Time goes by and I don't move
I'm still tormented by the error
I know that the day I decide to leave I will be free
But legs like anchors that are invisible
Grassed with firm screws
They are what make me unable to leave
br/>Without a guide, no: if there is no guide, no, I cannot release the claws
Without a guide, no: if there is no guide, no, there is no force that can release them
Without a guide, no: yes There is no guide, no, I cannot raise the anchor
Without a guide, no: if there is no guide, no, I cannot do this work
Without hesitation, without delay
Without hesitation, without memory
Without hesitation, like now
Without hesitation, I abandon!
When is the day going to come?
When is it going to come?
Ah, how scary, still!
But the day is going to come
I see that this is ending
And that one day I'm going to shit myself