Sleepwalker

Stop saying I'm gonna be fine
Stop believing in me right now
Stop saying I'm gonna be somebody else
I've got to feel comfortable with myself

I am a sleepwalker
With no direction
And fear of climbing high
I am two lonely hands
Crossed by the fear of
Seeing what's out there and wanna run

Stop trying to sit well wherever you go
Stop eating every word they say
Stop shouting and screaming at home
You'll end up into drugs, sexual misconduct and punishment

I am a juggler
Tired of living
In this kind of circus
I am two lonely hands
Crossed by the fear of
Seeing what's out there and wanna run

I was born in these messy streets!
Where pride and arrogance are worst than robbery
I found friends where yesterday I had enemies
So you're not a problem to me

I am a tightrope walker
Tired of knowing
I am always next to fall
I am two ill lungs and
They're frustrated
Cause they know it could be better

I have around four minds
And they speak
Four different languages
I am two disappointed eyes
Blinded by fear of
Seeing what will eventually come



Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Ivan Zarlenga
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