You hesitated And I wondered why I felt so well I was born too late To understand your essence, to pass through your gates.
Stop thinking I wanna do it all With no confusion When it’s my time to go
My addiction makes me feel Like a selfish in the mirror Let the romance fills the bowl I’d rather be your man for life Who knows how long I’ll stay here?
You’re still by my side, While leaving things in the 13th box I was born too late To make a conclusion of the visual cognition
My addiction makes me feel Like a selfish in the mirror Let the romance fills the bowl I’d rather be your man for life Who even knows how long should I stay here?