When even the slightest bit of attention

Becomes too worthless to mention

Will the good be the antagonist?

Is it behind our comprehension?

Will the proud still be proud?

Or will the lack of tongue

Vanish your beliefs

And where you came from

These complicated thoughts fucking scare me

But I am grateful they make me see

I only want one thing

That is to be glad that I met myself

I want to get lost in the happiness around

I want my unawarenеss to be found

When evеn the slightest bit of attention

Becomes too worthless to mention

Will the good be the antagonist?

Is it behind our comprehension?

Will the proud still be proud?

Are memories meant to be relived?

Or are they warnings to give?

All those questions makes people see

Their reflections through their perceptions

All the pressure and the fucking fear

It doesn't matter in a hundred years

Leave me alone

Leave me alone

Leave me alone

It doesn't matter

In a hundred years

In a hundred years