My Truth

Too clear, too clean, too easy
The truth is just my point of view
Too many gods to tell me what to do
To think, to love, to…
My teacher called my dad to moan
Because I was a child
«he wants to run the classroom
Spitting on my role, my role!»
Freedom is the way
To change myself in what I want
The magic’s to understand what we are
Footsteps on the sand are the way I want forget
Yesterday’s is my old myself
I grow up while the world is crumbling down
I grow up while the world is crawling down
Too hot, too cold, too burned
Now I stand in front of you
Too many men to tell me what to say
To hope, to be, to…
Believers on my way look at me as if I’m dumb
They choose the god to pray as I choose a football club
Freedom is the way
To change myself in what I want
The magic’s to understand what we are
Footsteps on the sand are the way I want forget
Yesterday’s is my old myself
I grow up while the world is crumbling down
I grow up while the world is crawling down
Freedom is the way
To change myself in what I want
The magic’s to understand what we are
Footsteps on the sand are the way I want forget
Yesterday’s is my old myself
I grow up…
I grow up…