I'm not the man I used to be
I sense optimism and hope eradicating within me
And everything I fought for and believed in
Becomes slippery sand, along with the crippling of reality.
What happened to me?
What happened to the days devoted to adventure and creativity?
What happened to the days of joviality and curiosity?
I wish I could have those days once more in their serenity
But to be honest, I'm afraid to seek them in their full glory
Because they were also days of intense insecurity.
Now, more and more I find myself searching for lost memories
It's a weak attempt to restore my best self and save reality!
It's my way of trying to rise above and march towards my destiny!
Yes! I'm damaged and weary
Yes! my way back will be long and steep
But I'm determined to return to an earlier time of livelihood and honesty
And regain the delight of my adolescence that I want to live in me.
I wanna whistle at the moon with a renewed soul within
And witness the resurgence of hope and clarity.
To all those I've alienated and hurt during my crisis,
From the bottom of my heart, I'm truly sorry!
And with your help, my best self will break free
And journey back to normality.