Is the world really beautiful or am I a naïve person?
I thought I could change the world. That I could pring an end to monsters
Can I really, or is it all just a dream that will never come true?
Are flowers and children going to appear in the streets again?
Or will fear keep controlling everything
Everything around me was telling me was telling me that I'm just a dreamer
But one day I have to fulfill all those dreams
One day I have to do the impossible
I looked at the tiger that jumped in mu direction
he started eating my left shoulder
Everyone was busy fighting their own battle
That Nobody looked at me
Because I didn't scream
How I'm gonna scream when I'm the one that everyone is counting on
As this fucking tiger attacking me
I drowned myself into thinking about everything
I thought why I was so naïve
Why didn't I know that I was just a drop of water in the sea?
