You look for one thing
and find another
and everything in between
You think you're smart
but don't know
whether you're thirty or seventeen
Your feet are shaking
your hands and hanging out
and your head doesn't understand
These last days
you've lost the count of lines that you have crossed
when searching for a solid ground
but in this world you're lost
You want to cry
but there are no tears
cause you know
how silly it would be
The good and bad things
are slowly beginning to make a little sense
From times to times the trouble comes
then quickly fades away
Leaves your lungs in wounds
and leaves both heaven and earth all gray
The world is going to be another way
when you wake up another day