Everything is possible
Now, I’m here, it’s not easy
You can graze me, but you can’t change me
because, at heart, that’s who I am
So stubborn, ironic,
Sometimes a bit moody
Rejecting the minimum, prefering the maximum
You say that underneath, we look alike a little
But are you like this or you just pretend?
And I don’t know how honest you are
I’m tired of looking for your truth within myself
You come to the edge of making me lose control of myself
I don’t reply more to you because underneath
I trust always and only to myself
You confuse my ideas and are proud of that, because
your passion is expressed through mocking me as well
but maybe one day you’ll understand, when you stay all alone
because the truth is that you have always given me just troubles