I am becoming harsher and more skeptical
And one of my nice friends tells me it’s called
“desperate"
Desperate for what? For love and not-pretending?
But all I really want is someone’s understanding.
I have too many questions that I have to answer
And my dad tells me that I’m too young to ask them,
That people of my age don’t think about things I do,
That I have to let it go, and I know this is true.
But then it really bothers me and I want to understand
Why the world works in a certain way, and for me it’s hard to stand
That so many people choose just to ignore
They don’t want to hear the answers and they can let it go…
I have always been different, maybe even awkward in a way.
I want to find the truth; not just to believe in what other people say,
I don’t want to ignore the facts that may be hard to bear
I want to be realistic and completely fair.
My friend says that life kills romantic in me
But I say we are what we are, not who we choose to be.
And when I was younger, I wanted to stay naive
But there are so many things that I find hard to believe.
Sometimes, it seems easier to just close my eyes,
Be foolish and childish and reject to be wise.
But it’s not a solution, and I have to face it,
I have to be honest and I have to replace this
Artificial light with the real sunbeams
I always accept that there’s someone who wins
But it’s up to us to choose the completion
And I have to figure out what is my mission.
I’m always ambitious, but my goals keep changing
I want to do something significant, so that when I’m aging
I would be proud of myself and the life that I’ve lived, and...
Even almost be happy when the life comes to an end.
See, I’ve realized that happiness is relative
And that there are so many things that we can see as negative.
But we have to listen to what our heart tells us
And then the world wouldn’t seem so unfair and unjust
Like Steve Jobs said once, we have to trust our intuition,
We have to be ready to change our world vision
We have to be prepared to the fact that we change,
And so our values and this is not strange.
It’s just called maturity or spiritual growth
And what matters is who I am, but not who I was.
Desperate for what? For love and not-pretending?
But all I really want is someone’s understanding.
I have too many questions that I have to answer
And my dad tells me that I’m too young to ask them,
That people of my age don’t think about things I do,
That I have to let it go, and I know this is true.
But then it really bothers me and I want to understand
Why the world works in a certain way, and for me it’s hard to stand
That so many people choose just to ignore
They don’t want to hear the answers and they can let it go…
I have always been different, maybe even awkward in a way.
I want to find the truth; not just to believe in what other people say,
I don’t want to ignore the facts that may be hard to bear
I want to be realistic and completely fair.
My friend says that life kills romantic in me
But I say we are what we are, not who we choose to be.
And when I was younger, I wanted to stay naive
But there are so many things that I find hard to believe.
Sometimes, it seems easier to just close my eyes,
Be foolish and childish and reject to be wise.
But it’s not a solution, and I have to face it,
I have to be honest and I have to replace this
Artificial light with the real sunbeams
I always accept that there’s someone who wins
But it’s up to us to choose the completion
And I have to figure out what is my mission.
I’m always ambitious, but my goals keep changing
I want to do something significant, so that when I’m aging
I would be proud of myself and the life that I’ve lived, and...
Even almost be happy when the life comes to an end.
See, I’ve realized that happiness is relative
And that there are so many things that we can see as negative.
But we have to listen to what our heart tells us
And then the world wouldn’t seem so unfair and unjust
Like Steve Jobs said once, we have to trust our intuition,
We have to be ready to change our world vision
We have to be prepared to the fact that we change,
And so our values and this is not strange.
It’s just called maturity or spiritual growth
And what matters is who I am, but not who I was.
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