Some people say
We didn’t have very much back in those days
Means that plenty, plenty of unsafety
And all which leads to anxiety
Are all fake when we’re talking about feelings
More of a practical joke than a game
Unable to play well
Don’t know the criteria
They seem to judge it so hard
Go round and round
To be assured, care about, be assured, care about
Be assured of whether we are too greedy or not
If the commands are not conflicted
Once I submit, I must commit
The truth is I have been fed up with this
This kind of kidnapping called peace
I must do what I can
Chop chop, chop chop
Scene as usual
Same old, same old
Run the show
Welcome, my pals
Here comes my soul
What a fool
Hurry up, even though I’m not ready
Not enough time to do the filing
Intentions, too many for me to see
But what I’m saying is true
But what I’m feeling is true
