So Much To Say

Are your expectations the best?
The worst lays on my face
So tired, I fight to forget

There’s nothing to lose
But there’s so much to say
I’m still represing it all

‘Cause knowing all that well
You know it’s never a trend

Push stop!
Waiting for the next drop
Looking for some passions, too late
I’m not gonna regret

It’s like postponing all the best talks
Looking for some action, too late…
Too late!

I’ve got another perception
When we fail comes night
And make all common mistakes
Trying not to fall to stress

We try to whisper in contempt
The lies…
Of what we never forget
It’s laying there
Not losing soul from air

Push stop!
Waiting for the next drop
Looking for some passions, too late

This broken pen
Situated in my hand
It’s all that’s left