I don't really care about the journey
All I want was a good life
By accepting the responsibily.
All I want was a good memories
The nasty wicked connection is gone.
Just like the sun after the dark.
no more suffering, the embark.
It is raining, yet no one could see
That I am sailing on my sea
That I am sick of the rim
That's why my hair is on a trim
I'm at the edge of my problem
Trying to stop what you've perform
are you a experimentalist?
Cause I can't see myself as a human
