to not

Hate all compromises we’ve done
 

I hate all we’ve done for no one

I hate to stay

And to not play

Got me lost in hiding

Was always so sure to find a way away

Feel so afraid even of my writing

Looking up, where’s the way out of my hell

Now I’m waiting

Pray for better days

Pray for good to come

A hug which would make no harm          Oh I

I wanna feel and smell our sun

Could hide in a cloud or scratch for a friend

Find one but the real man

Live on my own I can’t pretend

Who understand me, the game I play

Who can help me to sell my soul?