La la la la la la la, na na na na na,
la la la la.
The days that are always changing,
always having problems,
never stopping.
Never stopping.
On the path that seems confusing,
the path that I walk,
I choose to leave because I'm not sure.
I choose to leave because I'm not sure.
Why do we have to decide that the path is wrong?
Just because it's different.
I want to fix it better than before,
but whatever I do,
in the end I'm scolded.
In the end I'm scolded.
No matter where I am,
I won't find anyone who knows the truth inside.
And I still keep looking for it when I feel empty.
I want to wait
on the different path.
Is there anyone who sees everything?
Understand that I am a choice but I also take the same path.
I just need someone to hold my hand on a tiring day.
On a tiring day.
Not someone who keeps repeating the time that I'm lost.
That I'm lost.
But wherever I am, I won't find anyone
who knows the truth inside.
And I still keep looking for it when I feel empty.
I want to wait on
the different path.
Is there anyone who sees everything?
Understand that I am a choice but I also take the same path.
We
are different.
On the different path.
Is there anyone who sees everything?
Understand that I am a choice but I also take the same path.
We are different.
On the different path.
Is there anyone who sees everything?
Understand that I am a choice but I also take the same path.
We are different.
Is there anyone who sees everything?
Understand that I am a choice but I also take the same path.
We are different.