Like boulders on my shoulders,
My body that carries the world
Is weakening as I can hardly see a thing.
Ain't clear enough to see something...
Something that can keep me alive,
Still can't drive to what I've been believing!
Still living in lies and still confused.
Things are there but don't know which to use.
With fakers there, it's hard to choose!
I don't have everything,
But I'm willing to give up something.
Yet, I don't wanna be abused.
Like open gates,
Opportunities come and go.
There are chances that trials blow.
I'm losing my grip!
I guess i have to go with the flow.
