The Ocean

How was it like before?
If someone should ask me
In the beginning everything was very easy
I had a stuffy simple life
I was nobody without a goal
A victim of society, a victim of myself
Your heart is wide as the ocean, wide as the sea
I wish you have a better life
Sometimes it’s hurting me
Wide as the ocean, wide as the sea
I wish you have a better life
That’s it, what I want to see
The devil on th right screams: you’ve done vry well
The angel on the other side, the same damn me to hell
What is going on with you?
What do you think you’re doing here now?
What do you think you’re doing here now?