Halfway somewhere

Halfway somewhere

Why does life has to be as bumpy as a bumble bee
What is playing with my head, why am I slightly going mad?
What’s the reason behind this all, how hard will I fall?
How is it goanna end? Will I crumble or will I bend?
I can’t explain when it started and how it happened or why
But I know for sure that I’m one hell of a walking lie.
To my friends, my family and most of all myself.
When do I see what’s going on, about what the truth really is.

I thought I could handle it all
Easy going, doing everything simultaneous.
I can’t hold up the fog of fake anymore.
I’m running out of elasticity
The first cracks appear
How long will I hold
I don’t know
I really don’t

Now i'm almost there

Zyx