You are used to this mess
You know it very good
You want to get rid of this stress
You just wish you understood.
But life is passing by
And you still don't know how to fly.
Why you keep cracking your knees?
It's just the way I live
Only when my knees are cracked
I can feel I'm alive
I just want to feel something...
I just need to feel something...
You don't know, everybody likes you.
When someone is the waves up on your ocean
When you're used to that you cannot breath
Deep inside it's still you
But on the surface you're affected
And you don't grow as you know anymore.
An ocean without the waves and the bottom is like a soul without a heart that you can't be apart.
Illustration by Adrian Borda