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V1:

I woke up again with the city pounding in my temples, beating inside me like a metallic pulse,

I run through dreams half-broken, half ready to become real.

I know this road doesn’t come with a map, only with scratches on the moral compass,

And in every shop window I see another version of myself, another ordinary scenario.

Pre-Chorus:

Sometimes it feels like life is an elevator stuck between floors,

Other times I climb the stairs in the dark and somehow it feels better that way.

But no matter how lost I get in what can’t be seen, I know truth doesn’t need packaging,

Just a bit of courage to look at it as it looks right back at me… face to face.

Chorus:

And maybe I’m no crystal ball to see what tomorrow brings,

But I hold in my palms everything I am — the good, the bad, the fear, the guilt.

I break, I gather, I change, I rebuild — always another kind of light,

Life doesn’t give me clear answers, but it fuels my heart with gasoline.

V2:

I walked through nights that demanded tribute, I gave time, I gave burnt-out thoughts,

Sometimes I felt like I wasn’t enough, other times I was too much for this world.

But from the torn corners I made windows, and through them fresh air comes in,

’Cause what hurts today becomes story tomorrow, and that story is something worth keeping.

Pre-Chorus:

Sometimes I pause everything just to hear my mind breathing,

Other times I hit play and dance in the chaos, making peace with who I used to be.

And in this whole storm of thoughts, I’m trying to find a lyre

That sings me calm when my steps tremble on the wrong asphalt.

Chorus:

And maybe I’m no crystal ball to see what tomorrow brings,

But I hold in my palms everything I am — the good, the bad, the fear, the guilt.

I break, I gather, I change, I rebuild — always another kind of light,

Life doesn’t give me clear answers, but it fuels my heart with gasoline.

Outro:

So I keep going — even without predictions or divine signs,

’Cause in every step there’s a small truth, but it’s mine.

And maybe I don’t know where I’ll end up, but I know the road is part of me,

And if I’m present in it, then I don’t need to know it completely.