Is it too much emotions
Or it's nothing at all
Should I start putting my cautions
Or sleep on my couch, waiting for no one to call
It's hard to know if you're still feeling,
Or not
You won't find any reference
Maybe you're just healing,
From the shot
But although they're not the same
Yet, I can't find any difference
I'm tired, I'm in shame
Of something I will never really know
Sleeping won't help when dreams never came
Their train is so Goddamn slow
Is it true? That when you lose the ability to dream
When you lose all hope
The world won't hear you scream
And won't throw you the rope
And leave you to sink in your own mind
Where there's too much to think about and too much to hide?
Or what if the angry ocean waves
Carried you to the shore
Where the sun finally raise
Above the seagulls that soars
I know that for sure
All furious storms end in calm and praise.
And all the repose comes only after being in sore
But is it something that worth counting the days
Is it worth living for?
