Do you remember?
When we calm ourselves saying
"No,this is our turning point"
Hoping something would've change,
But nothing change
And things just had gotten worse,
I am bored,
too bored to listen to someone's talking,
Too bored to bluff about my royalties,
Those sayings we should keep it together,
Ain't it an ancient way of saying,
"don't leave me when I'm weak and poor?"
If something happens for the first time,
We'd took too long to handle the damage,
And in the end only a part was patched,
And I'm too tired of calling it a trial,
I'm too tired of hoping for a brighter day,
Cause it ain't easy waiting in the rain,
Fighting the storms,
Just to hope for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Which never actually exist
