I was moving to reach the place that I believed must be where I’d dreamed of.
It was enjoyable till I met the guy, not very pleasing, unlike the way he looked.
Then I yielded like a poor metal and flopped down with warming breeze.
Well, give me a second, something’s wrong, I should reconsider.
I can’t believe everything I did is messed up all around.
I’ve never missed the starting gun but kept run like a rabbit.
Hey lord, is this the real life? Can somebody turn it back a little?
After having a drink and getting a relax all by myself,
I realized where I am now without you without you.
To get to the finish line is nothing but to quit this love-hate game.
Hey lord, now I’m an old man, and my feet cannot do a job anymore.
Hey lord, now I have no willingness, and my voice can’t reach my feet again.