We are always trying to proof someone is wrong
We are always trying to break the rhythm of the song
We are all lost and have dreams so lucid
But our eyes can’t defy they are pellucid
Through the silver lining we are always trying
Trying to hold a little of cloud nine
It’s like seeing clearly while being breathless
Being in pain to clear our own mess
It’s always a struggle between you and me and me and she
It’s a pseudo struggle in the only place we could be
We race and race hoping to reach the finish line
But In the end we all sublime
On the last day there is no judge
On the last day you will feel no grudge
All you will want is to finally retire
It’s the way life satires