Expectations, good intentions, are always leading me to another day to forget. And now the same old shit is raining. Hesitations, renunciations, are levelling a long road bounded with only regrets. But i will carry on i'll look ahead. Everybody is telling me that nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. Sadness, for having not achieved any of your goals, that's the way our worn out, restless heart works, that's all i know. Happiness, for any insignificant achievement, that's the way our worn out, restless heart works, that's all i know. Everybody is telling me that nobody in life gets exactly what they always thought they were going to get. Disappointments are to the feelings what the thunder-storm is to the air. I guess i can’t deny i tried so hard to find the meaning of all this until the day i stopped. There are so many rules that i don’t follow, tell me now whatever you think i should know. Always falling short of expectations. Running on empty, we countdown our failures. Running on empty, i'd rather keep on living with my dreams.
