Rainy morning, rainy day.
I can’t stop thinking about the future.
I feel closer than ever.
And I can’t believe it.
Rainy morning, rainy day.
I try to smile to myself.
Things won’t get better until they get worse.
And I resist to believe that.
Rainy morning, rainy day.
The first one of the year.
I remember that, in the past,
I was thinking of the future.
And I want start believing today.
Owned by the fears
and all mental tricks
that keep me quiet.
But it’s hidden inside.
Nodding while disappointing;
laughing while contradicting.
It’s part of the game
and the false name.
I am the monster
infiltrated in the system
spreading the cancer.
Waiting for the moment to attack.
In the instant you blink,
make sure you defend
for I will push your back
remembering the times you tried to offend.
