בדיוק כמו שאני [Bidiyuk Kmo She'ani] [English translation]

When did I even accepted myself?

When did I learn or listen, I just neglected myself. How many times did I protected myself, I complained, had grudge, looked and mirror and got angry. Obsessive to my flaws always see my skeletons (a saying in hebrew means your bad past or secrets)

The bad sides of me.

Missed out dreams

Arguing feelings, We grew up a generation of over complicated people, Not pretty not successful. And why inside I don't feel good, that I am weird and messed up, never relaxed, neverpeaceful

Never stop and accept myself, just in this way

Exactly, exactly as I am it's the best

When I am completed nothing is missing to me, And I am aloud to love myself

They say our generation is in amok (behave uncontrollably and disruptively) of stupidity, That we are in a drama of loneliness, or trauma from childhood, Caring on ourselves too much then the heart needs.

And when everything is coming apart, my ego is a vulture

That only ruins for us.

The paths stayed complicated when

I am always surrounding to escapism and discounts. The long nights, the awkward silents. I am loving and i am hating, I am a thing and it's opposite.

When I need to shut up I scream, When I need to scream I shut up Or being protective about myself like a insecure dumbass that can't hold back

Who is loving himself doesn't have to be right and a man (human) shout what he is lacking of

If he doesn't lack nothing he doesn't shout, doesn't care or

Insulting the people around him, Surrounding himself with people that love him, Don't gets hurt by every word that said, not trusting every promise, Doesn't do things from insecurity or blame

Exactly, exactly as I am it's the best

When I am completed nothing is missing to me, And I am aloud to love myself

I can't lie to myself, and be someone else

I deserve to be calm

I deserve better then this, Not to compromise About relations with people,

Not to be the one that always let it to his heart and never let go

Anyone and his escape and I am

narcomaniac of embarrassment,

A clown with no rest

That polished the defeat, revive the weakness, prayed the shame and turned the comfort zone to his kingdom

What if I won't get to the same exalted dream, and what if everyone is making of me behind my back

That I am not smart enough, not

hot enough, not understanding enough

Not cool and not updated Maybe joy is a choice and only you decide what's good, what's bad, the size of the problem, To get out of slavery to freedom and to remove the decree

Because there is a choice, there is a choice. I am refusing to get back into this loop, to the same dead end, It's not the destination, I have gas, I have a direction.

I don't dream about being a kink anymore, I don't dream to be anything, Just to be myself.