It's not good or bad,
Some times just this and that.
Always trying to put those labels on your acts. If it's right or wrong,
Sounds familiar or not.
Those labels are going to turn your life into two defaults.
Hot singing in the destiny park,
Crossing leads into my fingers.
I'm undercover, running from the sky.
I was circling to my heart, you got to me But something was wrong, different to cry. Something to be, I want another.
I can't survive.
Cause time is the winner and the winner gets the pleasure.