Looking through the years that have passed, pretending that I regret nothing.
I must apply myself in life. Iâm searching for something...
I donât know...
Always standing at the crossroad, choosing a path I will walk.
It is like a gamble that we canât ignore...
And I play...
Iâm weak to find myself, the reason for my life.
Remember who I used to be... still waiting for the helping hand.
Feeling lost and confused, tired of constant uncertainty that is hunting me.
Changesâ¦look at me Iâm not the man I used to be
Beforeâ¦
Iâm weak to find myself, the reason for my life.
Remember who I used to be...still waiting for the helping hand.
Remember who I used to be...still waiting for the helping hand.
Iâm weak to find myself, the reason for my life.
Remember who I used to be...still waiting for the helping hand.
I have lost my way in life, in this maze I slowly die.
Childhood has ended and now I'm drowning in the sea called life.
Youth has no things to regret, but itâs time to think about
What I have doneâ¦
Am I another faceless shadow in the crowd?
Is there any reason for my life?
Am I another victim of deception?
Are there any answers to my questions?
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