Realistic
Oh, call me pessimistic
I’m only realistic
Death is ahead of us
Never behind
Oh, believe me I’m scared
Scared of dying too soon.
Every day is a step too far
Like the last step before mom’s arms
The world is moving too fast
Life passes without asking for permission
It doesn’t wait the little crossing man
The one who tells us : Go ahead, cross, it’s safe
Oh, call me pessimistic
I’m only realistic.
I enjoy life, but I forget that one day
I’ll have to learn to live death
Oh, believe me, I am terrified
I feel my hands shaking
I already feel my pain
The one that will take my life
Oh, call me pessimistic
I am only realistic
Death is ahead of us
And it will go no far
On the long path
It crouches in a hole
Waiting patiently for our passage
Ready to make the ground crumble under our feet
Oh, death isn’t far
Each minute of each day
It gets closer
Hands in it’s pockets
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Go for it, call me suicidal
You don’t even know me
I don’t want to die
But I know the day will arrive
It’s not because I talk about death
That I want to live it
Death is never far away
There’s even times where death is our tomorrow
I am terrified
I am petrified
What if I don’t succeed ?
What if I don’t finish ?
What if…
What if everything is over ?
Well screw it
It wasn’t meant to be
Oh, call me pessimistic
I am only realistic
You’re all stupid
Stupid to death
You think time is rushing
Me, the only thing I see
Is people who aren’t rushing
Time is flying and we slip away
Whatever happens
You’ll move forward
That you want it or not
The choice isn’t yours
See, that’s life
We endure
We don’t have a choice
That’s how it is
Even if we think we’re stalling
We’re always moving
Because, it’s not death who gets closer to us
It’s us who get closer to death
Nelly
