Is there something that waits for me? Is there something I'll regret to see when I'm older and I'll have to recede Into the background And how much time will I still be around? Not as a person but as what I've done in my life The opportunity is in the air There's still so much of that And I gave up already I enjoy things sometimes Even my life sometimes But I see What my life could be like I could have a thousand faces For me it's the way to know myself better Or at least to feel better in the company around Then the time comes around and I see What I'm looooosiiiiing At one point it never gets different and I die With so many questions left on my mind When does life really end? Is it after death or is it way sooner? I know I can only see the negatives But what if it never gets better? I hate myself for the things I haven't done But do they really matter? Will I have the guts to do them though? Will I? Ever? I guess I'll do them later But what about the things I HAVE done? Will I mend them later? After all this comes the time When people will stop talking to me seriously And I won't have a chance to change it back anymore Despair You're getting old The opportunity is in the air There's still so much of that And I gave up already I enjoy things sometimes Even my life sometimes But I see What my life could be like Sometimes I just can't get over my sadness Sometimes I hate the others Even though they are my friends I don't really wanna end up like this Fighting reconciliation with fabricated happiness I know I'm not empty But I'm scared to look inside