I don’t know, if someone asks me how I am now
Don’t ask me, it’s not that simple I start now
Maybe, I have to stop listening outside
The decisions are mine and the world doesn’t matter
The fear never existed except here
I’ll undo it and make my own permissions
I’m so immature sometimes I get scared
But maybe I’m growing up thinking this way
People don’t want to know about your happiness
And get angry when you take the first step
So I’ll spend more time
Discovering someone’s dreams
And be different from the ones that don’t suit me
I’ll spend more time listening what I hear