Days go by,
seem to go slowly,
but then again too fast.

Each day feels like a challenge,
you never know what to do,
you never know where's the sense,
you never know how to end.

On the one hand,
you really want things to change,
you really want things to get better,
on the other hand,
you just feel comfortable,
you just feel as if it was the only sense.

Everything seems to worsen,
nothing ever seems to be just fine,
but there's this one thing,
one thing that gives you power.

Making you feel as if,
as if you finally did achieve something,
as if your work was finally seen,
as if there finally was something you had.

For that reason,
you always want to keep it,
you always want it to stay,
you always want it to be yours.

And this is just another reason,
it's all yours,
it belongs to no one else,
no one knows it better than you do,
no one is really able to see.

This is how you're keeping it,
you're keeping it to yourself,
you never want to share it,
this is you, this is your thing.

Your thing,
the thing that does make sense to you,
the thing that sets you apart,
the thing that gives you strength,
the thing that's deep inside your heart.

You don't realize,
how it's growing,
how it's controlling you,
how it's the only thing inside your head.

Why don't you see?
Because you want things to be that way,
you want them to be bad.
Because as soon as you loose it,
you will just be you again.

You
- the one you hate.
You
- the one being boring.
You
- the one being untalented.
You
- the one being weak.
You
- the one of them all.

As long as you keep it

You will be
- the one being special.
- the one having a talent.
- the one being strong.
- the one being different but fine.

Stronger, better, prettier,
nicer, smarter, interesting...

that's what you are
- for starving yourself to death
- for not needing anything at all.