Wandering around

Lost among those books
I can't keep track of time
Delving Freud to Jung and all the archetypes
It's getting late, a million pages cross my mind
Though I read them, I'm still lost, just tell me why

Wandering around
In this land where dreams are streets
It's not to be found where I would fit
Who I am, what I should be
It's only me who can decide
I have nothing left to hide

It's getting late, I think it's time for me to fly
Scratch the books and celebrate I'm still alive

Mamma, please don't get me wrong
But I'm begging, please be strong
I'll take a leap of faith and make it on my own
Taking pride in my own throne

Wandering around
In this land where dreams are streets
It's not to be found where I would fit
Who I am, what I should be
It's only me who can decide
I have nothing left to hide



Credits
Writer(s): Martijn Stienstra, Rachel De Souza Filgueiras Pinto
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