And I wondered why I felt so well
I was born too late
To understand your essence, to pass through your gates.
Stop thinking
I wanna do it all
With no confusion
When it’s my time to go
My addiction makes me feel
Like a selfish in the mirror
Let the romance fills the bowl
I’d rather be your man for life
Who knows how long I’ll stay here?
You’re still by my side,
While leaving things in the 13th box
I was born too late
To make a conclusion of the visual cognition
My addiction makes me feel
Like a selfish in the mirror
Let the romance fills the bowl
I’d rather be your man for life
Who even knows how long should I stay here?