Light in my room, it gets darker with each second, and Life is a school, it's so funny how all things can end, What do you know.
Get out of my way, you trouble, You clearly have no place to stay, Life is a run for the rebel, Get of of my way, get out of my way.
In the game of the life There's so stories with good end When the passionate love is involved
What does that supposed to mean, I was born a runner, then I have broken my knees, now I fold
Why don't you sell the diamond, If there's still a diamond, Why keep picturing it? Because who cares about the end.
Out of my wound I sing stories with the bitter taste Chewing the gloom, I rediscover what I need to waste
Step out of the path that you follow, The grandma isn't home, but the wolf is right there The bluer's the pill you swalow, The lesser the chance that you'll ever come back
In the game of the life There's so stories with good end When the passionate love is involved
What does that supposed to mean, I was born a runner, then I have broken my knees, now I fold
Why don't you sell the diamond, If there's still a diamond, Why keep picturing it? Because who cares about the end.