When I claim I know what I want,
In reality I am just naive and stupid
Neither complying with the norm nor confident being a rebel.
Unsure of what I need
But sure of what I don\'t need
I am self aware of my flaws
And envy those who accept life as it comes
Without the constant guilt and doubt
This unsettling nag and pain
Is it grief about the future
Or just self pity
Do I hurt others in the process of finding myself
Do I feel guilty about it
Am I the bad guy in my story
Will I survive this life
Questions I don\'t have an honest answer
Maybe I like this melancholy
Maybe it will enlighten me one morning
Maybe my fears were all right
Maybe il stop thinking
Maybe il accept life as it comes
Or maybe there is no tomorrow