Searching for all regrets he’s, seeking the true sense of life
Since the start of his inner journey
Above his head there’s no rain
There’s a picture of a man who doesn’t cry since he was alive
He needs to cry and sing, he’s not the great
He needs to live his life, do his things in his own way
Don’t call him weak or bad, he’s just a little late
He makes his time now
There’s no mistake

Mistake
He heard in all his life
He’s sending his time, listening people saying
Mistake
But he knows himself
He cries alone his sin, reflecting
All the time that he breaths in his mistakes

He’s tired to hear that one knew everything
Cause he knows that‘s not true
His plans were never left his life that way
But he had nothing else to do
Nothing else to do
He knows, he didn’t want his life that way
But nothing else to do

Mistake
He heard in all his life
He’s sending his time, listening people saying
Mistake
But he knows himself
He cries alone his sin, reflecting
All the time that he breaths in his mistakes