How' s it going my old friend？
How's it going my old soul？
Headphones on I can hear my own voice
As the world told me before
I took words with a grain of salt
Took it all into consideration
Negatively thinking about my position
Become better to suffer more
After my declaration
I told myself to be more tolerant
Take in all the difference
At least to the greatest extent
Nothing can be sold but changes
Changes make something perfect
Perfect never happens on me
Stains always stuck right in me
You will never change my mind
I know what is in my sight
Schadenfreude comes after failure
Gold rush considered as my normal life
Put it down dude, put it down
Same thing happens after dawn
If you try to relief yourself
Close your eyes and just take a selfie
