Temps Perdut

I started believing it was necessary
but little by little desire took me away.

Non-stop, in the end it was daily.
The world was losing at every moment.

A helping hand to get out of that ordeal.
I ended up chained to it.

And here I am, under control,
days go by marked by the memory.
So much lost time, so much time thrown away.
So far from home, all alone and scared.

Every morning, at six the dream fades.
I open my eyes, see the repeated day.

Here come the worries and anxieties
that maybe, with luck, will fade away.

And here I am, under control,
days go by marked by the memory.
So much lost time, so much time thrown away.
So far from home, all alone and scared.