When I’m trudgingly on my way back home
I think I try to act as indifferent as I can
What percent of my day was I the real me?
In between today and tomorrow, I’m on my way back home

I don’t know whether or not I should do this
Again today, I’m bumbling and lost
In this city with too many thorns
I get prickled
It hurts a little

After I wake up, my long-time dream gets smaller
But I don’t want to be embarrassed so I’m holding it in again today

I don’t know whether or not I should do this
Again today, I’m bumbling and lost
In this city with too many thorns
I get prickled
It hurts a little

I wish I had a 10 second fast forward button in my life
I think I’m still too young
To handle these conflicts without solutions

I feel nervous, like I’m tightroping
I don’t want to fall
But because of my useless greed, I keep lying
My days gather so much dust

In this city with too many thorns
I get prickled
It hurts a little