Testo Against Myself Disarmonia
No one understand it, no one try to do it
I donât speak a lot , âcause I donât like to do it
People run too much, and anyone arrives
Iâm so tired now, so I just want to sleep
Against myself
What else can I hope, what else can I lose?
No I canât explain what is inside of me
Every day the sun, and every night the moon
And every time my days go, I canât ask for more
Against myself
Is it all right what I say?
Is it all ok what I fake?
