There’s no booth at the end

No last chance

There’s nothing there for us, nothing to hope for

No one awaits for me

What if the dreams came true

And the angels started singin’

But there’s no booth at the end

So, no last chance

No goodbye nor farewell

We just left, search somewhere else

I ain’t be who I could be

No desire to be the best I can

Maybe I’m just a bad guy, no good at all

Or a good boy stuck in a sad world

The truth is there’s no way when life gets to you

And life is what happens while you’re busy making up you fake garden

‘Cuz you know just as good as I do there’s no point in aimlessly wish you were different

There’s no good feelings about being who you don’t wanna, but only if you know who you are

Maybe I should blindly pick an objective and play my life like a card game

Maybe life isn’t meant to be serious at all

But what I know is

Life is what happens while you’re busy pretending to be something else.