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Uncertainty fills the room, dust dances in the sunlight,
Your gaze is like a riddle, hidden in the shadows.
Are we moving forward, or are we standing still, trapped in place?
Every touch is like a question without an answer.
Words get stuck between our lips, as if they were strangers,
We keep running from the truth, even though we are close to it.
Who are you? Joy or pain?
Is love a light, or only blinding darkness?
Are you the happiness I hold in my arms, or a sweet curse,
That I carry in my heart like a silent, deep pain?
Tell me, is love a gift,
Or just an eternal problem wrapped beautifully?
Mornings seem bright, while evenings are like twilight,
One moment we are one soul, the next we are strangers again.
Is this feeling real, or just a game played by the mind?
When will we stop running and finally start building?
You look at me, I search for answers in your face,
But I find only the same question: where are we?
If this torments me, why don't I let go?
If this brings me joy, why am I afraid to lose it?
Love is like a mirror — I see only what you give,
But is it real, or just an illusion you feed me?
Who are you? Joy or pain?
Is love a light, or only blinding darkness?
Are you the happiness I hold in my arms, or a sweet curse,
That I carry in my heart like a silent, deep pain?
A sweet curse...
Light and darkness...
What is love?
Only a question...
Only a question.
A question.
Those years pass by
like rain across the rooftops,
leaving in the heart
unfinished conversations.
How many faces have I met,
how many names have I forgotten,
but while searching for myself,
I still haven't found everything.
Sometimes the night
becomes my best friend,
when silence speaks louder
than the voices of people.
And the morning light reminds me
that I am still alive,
and every wound
heals in its own time.
If tomorrow I have to
start all over again,
I will not lower my eyes,
even if the world should fall apart.
As long as my heart is still beating,
as long as it is burning inside,
I will write what I feel,
not what you think I should.
Because dreams never die,
they only wait for their time,
like a child's faith
that no one can take away.
If I fall,
I will rise even stronger,
because my story
has not yet been written
as the final chapter.
So I keep moving forward,
even though the road is winding,
I walk with memories
that will never fade.
If one day
my voice falls silent,
let these words still
awaken in someone's heart!!!
I count the nights again, while those days feel meaningless.
Like all the promises that no one dared to say.
The city sleeps, while my thoughts keep pressing down on me,
reminding me how many times I tried to find myself.
Not everyone who stays beside you stays until the end.
Not everyone who spoke kept the words they said.
But I learned to hear my heart and feelings in the silence,
while the world is outside my window,
and I sit here on the windowsill writing these words
to touch someone's feelings.
If tomorrow I wake up with the same hope,
then not everything inside me has fallen apart.
As long as my heart remembers
my mother's warmth and the love she gave to a little boy,
I know there is still a road worth walking
and things worth appreciating that mean the most.
An old album hides more than just photographs.
Inside it remain voices I can no longer reach.
Sometimes longing quietly sits down beside me,
but I learned not to fight it anymore,
just to stay with it and endure.
If time were to take away what I have,
I would want only one thing — not to be left alone.
Because what hurt the most
was having no one to lean on.
My life has not been a bed of roses.
There are grey clouds inside my head
that no one understands.
This is how I suffer among my thoughts,
so I write this song
so you can understand how I feel.
And if one day my name is forgotten,
let at least the verses I wrote
rest somewhere on the shelves.
Because when someone hears my words,
I want you to understand
how tired I am of pretending
that I live a more beautiful life.
It was simply my shadow
that smiled and seemed happy,
while my dark and sad side
was interesting to no one.
I write these words from my heart,
and I am here so that my songs
can warm you here,
because for me,
only this music has ever healed.
Uncertainty fills the room, dust dances in the sunlight,
Your gaze is like a riddle, hidden in the shadows.
Are we moving forward, or are we standing still, trapped in place?
Every touch is like a question without an answer.
Words get stuck between our lips, as if they were strangers,
We keep running from the truth, even though we are close to it.
Who are you? Joy or pain?
Is love a light, or only blinding darkness?
Are you the happiness I hold in my arms, or a sweet curse,
That I carry in my heart like a silent, deep pain?
Tell me, is love a gift,
Or just an eternal problem wrapped beautifully?
Mornings seem bright, while evenings are like twilight,
One moment we are one soul, the next we are strangers again.
Is this feeling real, or just a game played by the mind?
When will we stop running and finally start building?
You look at me, I search for answers in your face,
But I find only the same question: where are we?
If this torments me, why don't I let go?
If this brings me joy, why am I afraid to lose it?
Love is like a mirror — I see only what you give,
But is it real, or just an illusion you feed me?
Who are you? Joy or pain?
Is love a light, or only blinding darkness?
Are you the happiness I hold in my arms, or a sweet curse,
That I carry in my heart like a silent, deep pain?
A sweet curse...
Light and darkness...
What is love?
Only a question...
Only a question.
A question.
Those years pass by
like rain across the rooftops,
leaving in the heart
unfinished conversations.
How many faces have I met,
how many names have I forgotten,
but while searching for myself,
I still haven't found everything.
Sometimes the night
becomes my best friend,
when silence speaks louder
than the voices of people.
And the morning light reminds me
that I am still alive,
and every wound
heals in its own time.
If tomorrow I have to
start all over again,
I will not lower my eyes,
even if the world should fall apart.
As long as my heart is still beating,
as long as it is burning inside,
I will write what I feel,
not what you think I should.
Because dreams never die,
they only wait for their time,
like a child's faith
that no one can take away.
If I fall,
I will rise even stronger,
because my story
has not yet been written
as the final chapter.
So I keep moving forward,
even though the road is winding,
I walk with memories
that will never fade.
If one day
my voice falls silent,
let these words still
awaken in someone's heart!!!
I count the nights again, while those days feel meaningless.
Like all the promises that no one dared to say.
The city sleeps, while my thoughts keep pressing down on me,
reminding me how many times I tried to find myself.
Not everyone who stays beside you stays until the end.
Not everyone who spoke kept the words they said.
But I learned to hear my heart and feelings in the silence,
while the world is outside my window,
and I sit here on the windowsill writing these words
to touch someone's feelings.
If tomorrow I wake up with the same hope,
then not everything inside me has fallen apart.
As long as my heart remembers
my mother's warmth and the love she gave to a little boy,
I know there is still a road worth walking
and things worth appreciating that mean the most.
An old album hides more than just photographs.
Inside it remain voices I can no longer reach.
Sometimes longing quietly sits down beside me,
but I learned not to fight it anymore,
just to stay with it and endure.
If time were to take away what I have,
I would want only one thing — not to be left alone.
Because what hurt the most
was having no one to lean on.
My life has not been a bed of roses.
There are grey clouds inside my head
that no one understands.
This is how I suffer among my thoughts,
so I write this song
so you can understand how I feel.
And if one day my name is forgotten,
let at least the verses I wrote
rest somewhere on the shelves.
Because when someone hears my words,
I want you to understand
how tired I am of pretending
that I live a more beautiful life.
It was simply my shadow
that smiled and seemed happy,
while my dark and sad side
was interesting to no one.
I write these words from my heart,
and I am here so that my songs
can warm you here,
because for me,
only this music has ever healed.
I'll write a letter – TO YOU,
About a boy,
Who used to love that sadness.
Here we read the words,
So we can understand their worth,
Music will always guide me.
Music will guideee meeee....
Because life is a struggle,
And it hurt so deeply,
But I stayed silent!
My life path was hard,
I'm writing this song,
Because my emotions have run dry.
I sacrificed so much,
I fought my battles,
I didn't let emotions weigh me down.
Didn't weigh me downnnn....
I keep writing words for myself,
So you can understand
What I'm rhyming about.
From the shadows,
I came here,
And I dictate – my own themes.
From the shadows,
I came here,
And I dictate – my own themes.
**Verse 1**
Another night, another drive with nowhere left to go.
The city's full of lights, but somehow everything feels cold.
People keep saying time can heal,
But time only teaches you how to carry what's real.
Some memories don't disappear.
They just get quieter.
Until a song, a street, or the rain
Brings them back like they never left.
**Pre-Chorus**
Maybe letting go isn't forgetting.
Maybe growing up means learning to live with the silence.
Some questions don't need answers...
They just become part of who you are.
**Chorus**
We all smile a little more than we mean to.
We all hide a little more than we should.
The bass keeps playing, the night keeps moving,
But some feelings never leave the room.
If you ask me how I'm doing,
I'll probably say, "I'm fine."
Not because it's true...
Because it's easier every time.
**Verse 2**
I've watched people promise forever,
Then disappear without looking back.
I've learned that loyalty isn't something you say.
It's something you do when nobody is watching.
Money changes comfort.
Time changes people.
Pain changes perspective.
And silence teaches what words never could.
**Bridge**
Maybe life was never meant to be perfect.
Maybe we're only supposed to keep moving.
One step...
One mistake...
One lesson...
Until one day,
we finally understand ourselves.
**Final Chorus**
The road doesn't care where you've been.
The rain doesn't ask why you stayed.
The music doesn't judge your past.
It just gives your thoughts somewhere to exist.
So tonight I won't run from my mind.
I'll let the bass speak louder than my fears.
And if tomorrow feels a little lighter...
Maybe that's enough.
I can't...
Some nights, I think
I'm in loveeee... with a ghost
Or the night
I wonder if that ghost is just me
Still waiting for someoneeee...
In this life to become
truly real to meeee...
You comeeee...
without the sound of footsteps
And leave without a goodbyeee...
You finish thoughts
I hadn't even finished contemplating
You borrow my voiceee...
so naturally
That I forget which of us
Is actually speaking the truth
Perhaps someee...
souls meet even beforeee...
they meet in bodies
Or maybeee...
hope learns to mimic the voiceee...itself
I don't know
I won't know that you feel as
if you do
Everything...
And I feel as though you are everything
And nothing at the exact same timeee...
How much love is truly in our lives?
How much of it is the burden of longing?
I keep asking myself
this single question -
Are we really walking,
clued only in beautiful
garments of loveee...?
Silence, or is it just pretense?
Is anything real anymoreee...?
Who will answer?
How much of you is truly
With me and my feelings
In this real lifeee...?
Pleaseee...
Do I have to answer all of this myself?
Probably, YES.
Because I am the only one
who can tell myself the truth!!!
Perhaps...
The ghost
that I have been
all my life...
That I am...
And that I will always be...
Perhaps...
That ghost
was always
meee...
I appear,
then disappear
among the days gone by.
I miss
my old friends.
I wish that day
would never end,
that an unlit cigarette
would burn a little slower.
I wish my soul
could rise,
I wish my mother
could love me
just the way I am.
But my verses
are far from ordinary,
I want them to make
everyone fall silent,
at least for a moment.
Whatever may happen,
I never lived beneath a bridge,
but I won't pretend
that everything was fine.
I only wish
that everything would work out for me,
that time would stop,
with the wind left in my hands,
leaving only
what I once hoped for most.
And the dust would fall
from the old album,
and those moments would return —
the moments of our closeness.
I saw you on a dark road,
When it was just the two of us – at night.
I felt feelings for you,
I listened to your words – when I saw you.
No need for lies,
No need to pretend,
I was happy with you
And I felt love.
A new beginning,
But we are on different roads,
And here only
The truth will remain.
Only the truth – will remaiiiiin!
Twice – I was wrong on the road,
Twice, I was clooooose,
Twice I forgave youuuu,
And whaaaaat did you dooooo????
You fucked up my feelings here!!!
You fucked up my feelings here!!!
I hear your voice
In this quiet house,
And I ask myself –
Why is it like this??
There are no walls left between what is reaaaaal.
I'd rather stay with my own friends
Than torture myself here.
We don't look back anymore,
Our story has already been created.
Twice – I was wrong on the road,
Twice, I was clooooose,
Twice I forgave youuuu,
But youuu played with meeee.
Twice – I was wrong on the road,
Twice, I was clooooose,
Twice I forgave youuuu,
But youuu played with meeee.
And whaaaaat did you dooooo????
You fucked up my feelings here!!!
Mmm – mmmm...
You fucked up my feelings here!!!
Mmm – mmmm...
It's a shame it happened this way,
It means it had to happen.
I'm letting gooooo
Of this paaaaaain,
And I'm going to overcomeeee
My remaiiiining paaaaain...
Twice – I was wrong on the road,
Twice, I was clooooose,
Twice I forgave youuuu,
And whaaaaat did you dooooo????
You fucked up my feelings here!!!
Only the TRUTH will remain....
Only the TRUTH will remain....
Our stooooory
Is over here!
It's over.
Uncertainty fills the room, dust dances in the sunlight,
Your gaze is like a riddle, hidden in the shadows.
Are we moving forward, or are we standing still, trapped in place?
Every touch is like a question without an answer.
Words get stuck between our lips, as if they were strangers,
We keep running from the truth, even though we are close to it.
Who are you? Joy or pain?
Is love a light, or only blinding darkness?
Are you the happiness I hold in my arms, or a sweet curse,
That I carry in my heart like a silent, deep pain?
Tell me, is love a gift,
Or just an eternal problem wrapped beautifully?
Mornings seem bright, while evenings are like twilight,
One moment we are one soul, the next we are strangers again.
Is this feeling real, or just a game played by the mind?
When will we stop running and finally start building?
You look at me, I search for answers in your face,
But I find only the same question: where are we?
If this torments me, why don't I let go?
If this brings me joy, why am I afraid to lose it?
Love is like a mirror — I see only what you give,
But is it real, or just an illusion you feed me?
Who are you? Joy or pain?
Is love a light, or only blinding darkness?
Are you the happiness I hold in my arms, or a sweet curse,
That I carry in my heart like a silent, deep pain?
A sweet curse...
Light and darkness...
What is love?
Only a question...
Only a question.
A question.
Those years pass by
like rain across the rooftops,
leaving in the heart
unfinished conversations.
How many faces have I met,
how many names have I forgotten,
but while searching for myself,
I still haven't found everything.
Sometimes the night
becomes my best friend,
when silence speaks louder
than the voices of people.
And the morning light reminds me
that I am still alive,
and every wound
heals in its own time.
If tomorrow I have to
start all over again,
I will not lower my eyes,
even if the world should fall apart.
As long as my heart is still beating,
as long as it is burning inside,
I will write what I feel,
not what you think I should.
Because dreams never die,
they only wait for their time,
like a child's faith
that no one can take away.
If I fall,
I will rise even stronger,
because my story
has not yet been written
as the final chapter.
So I keep moving forward,
even though the road is winding,
I walk with memories
that will never fade.
If one day
my voice falls silent,
let these words still
awaken in someone's heart!!!
I count the nights again, while those days feel meaningless.
Like all the promises that no one dared to say.
The city sleeps, while my thoughts keep pressing down on me,
reminding me how many times I tried to find myself.
Not everyone who stays beside you stays until the end.
Not everyone who spoke kept the words they said.
But I learned to hear my heart and feelings in the silence,
while the world is outside my window,
and I sit here on the windowsill writing these words
to touch someone's feelings.
If tomorrow I wake up with the same hope,
then not everything inside me has fallen apart.
As long as my heart remembers
my mother's warmth and the love she gave to a little boy,
I know there is still a road worth walking
and things worth appreciating that mean the most.
An old album hides more than just photographs.
Inside it remain voices I can no longer reach.
Sometimes longing quietly sits down beside me,
but I learned not to fight it anymore,
just to stay with it and endure.
If time were to take away what I have,
I would want only one thing — not to be left alone.
Because what hurt the most
was having no one to lean on.
My life has not been a bed of roses.
There are grey clouds inside my head
that no one understands.
This is how I suffer among my thoughts,
so I write this song
so you can understand how I feel.
And if one day my name is forgotten,
let at least the verses I wrote
rest somewhere on the shelves.
Because when someone hears my words,
I want you to understand
how tired I am of pretending
that I live a more beautiful life.
It was simply my shadow
that smiled and seemed happy,
while my dark and sad side
was interesting to no one.
I write these words from my heart,
and I am here so that my songs
can warm you here,
because for me,
only this music has ever healed.
I'll write a letter – TO YOU,
About a boy,
Who used to love that sadness.
Here we read the words,
So we can understand their worth,
Music will always guide me.
Music will guideee meeee....
Because life is a struggle,
And it hurt so deeply,
But I stayed silent!
My life path was hard,
I'm writing this song,
Because my emotions have run dry.
I sacrificed so much,
I fought my battles,
I didn't let emotions weigh me down.
Didn't weigh me downnnn....
I keep writing words for myself,
So you can understand
What I'm rhyming about.
From the shadows,
I came here,
And I dictate – my own themes.
From the shadows,
I came here,
And I dictate – my own themes.
**Verse 1**
Another night, another drive with nowhere left to go.
The city's full of lights, but somehow everything feels cold.
People keep saying time can heal,
But time only teaches you how to carry what's real.
Some memories don't disappear.
They just get quieter.
Until a song, a street, or the rain
Brings them back like they never left.
**Pre-Chorus**
Maybe letting go isn't forgetting.
Maybe growing up means learning to live with the silence.
Some questions don't need answers...
They just become part of who you are.
**Chorus**
We all smile a little more than we mean to.
We all hide a little more than we should.
The bass keeps playing, the night keeps moving,
But some feelings never leave the room.
If you ask me how I'm doing,
I'll probably say, "I'm fine."
Not because it's true...
Because it's easier every time.
**Verse 2**
I've watched people promise forever,
Then disappear without looking back.
I've learned that loyalty isn't something you say.
It's something you do when nobody is watching.
Money changes comfort.
Time changes people.
Pain changes perspective.
And silence teaches what words never could.
**Bridge**
Maybe life was never meant to be perfect.
Maybe we're only supposed to keep moving.
One step...
One mistake...
One lesson...
Until one day,
we finally understand ourselves.
**Final Chorus**
The road doesn't care where you've been.
The rain doesn't ask why you stayed.
The music doesn't judge your past.
It just gives your thoughts somewhere to exist.
So tonight I won't run from my mind.
I'll let the bass speak louder than my fears.
And if tomorrow feels a little lighter...
Maybe that's enough.
I can't...
Some nights, I think
I'm in loveeee... with a ghost
Or the night
I wonder if that ghost is just me
Still waiting for someoneeee...
In this life to become
truly real to meeee...
You comeeee...
without the sound of footsteps
And leave without a goodbyeee...
You finish thoughts
I hadn't even finished contemplating
You borrow my voiceee...
so naturally
That I forget which of us
Is actually speaking the truth
Perhaps someee...
souls meet even beforeee...
they meet in bodies
Or maybeee...
hope learns to mimic the voiceee...itself
I don't know
I won't know that you feel as
if you do
Everything...
And I feel as though you are everything
And nothing at the exact same timeee...
How much love is truly in our lives?
How much of it is the burden of longing?
I keep asking myself
this single question -
Are we really walking,
clued only in beautiful
garments of loveee...?
Silence, or is it just pretense?
Is anything real anymoreee...?
Who will answer?
How much of you is truly
With me and my feelings
In this real lifeee...?
Pleaseee...
Do I have to answer all of this myself?
Probably, YES.
Because I am the only one
who can tell myself the truth!!!
Perhaps...
The ghost
that I have been
all my life...
That I am...
And that I will always be...
Perhaps...
That ghost
was always
meee...
