Sleepwalker

Stop saying I'm gonna be fine

Stop believing in me right now

Stop saying I'm gonna be somebody else

I've got to feel comfortable with myself

I am a sleepwalker

With no direction

And fear of climbing high

I am two lonely hands

Crossed by the fear of

Seeing what's out there and wanna run

Stop trying to sit well wherever you go

Stop eating every word they say

Stop shouting and screaming at home

You'll end up into drugs, sexual misconduct and punishment

I am a juggler

Tired of living

In this kind of circus

I am two lonely hands

Crossed by the fear of

Seeing what's out there and wanna run

I was born in these messy streets!

Where pride and arrogance are worst than robbery

I found friends where yesterday I had enemies

So you're not a problem to me

I am a tightrope walker

Tired of knowing

I am always next to fall

I am two ill lungs and

They're frustrated

Cause they know it could be better

I have around four minds

And they speak

Four different languages

I am two disappointed eyes

Blinded by fear of

Seeing what will eventually come