Every minute of the day brings me to myself
And every second makes me wiser, makes me stronger, takes me there.
I am breathing though a week ago I nearly drowed myself
and I thinking to myself that it's not getting anywhere

It's not 'bout where I end up
It's what I do along the way
I don't hide
I can't lie
And what's why
My mantra
Sounds so loud

I don't have the answers yes but I am sure I'll figure out
I'm afraid of being perfect always right and never doubt
I'll find my soul, my own point of view
And I know that when I'm hurt it's for the stupid things I do.