What a sacrifice had to be made?
The burden of Atlas, not the beautiful moon
Yeah, I was told "It'll be over soon"
Oh what a coincidence, lack of self-confidence
But more than anything I'm tired of this loneliness
I feel like I'm walking on the clouds
Not in the skies more like down below
I haven't woken up, am I still dreaming?
I'm not sure neither if I'm dead or still breathing