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letra de dear future me - vanzide & euxthefreshman

to see a future me
to see a future me
to see a future me
to see a future me

clock’s tickin’
in a second’s time, i am who you’re livin’
in a minute’s time, choices you’ll be choosin’
in my own time, someday you’ll be rulin’
foolish to be your own kind, ‘cos i wish you gonna be different

same blood ties, but i am an infant
same old lies, hope you grew more distant
from the life that puts you in this very instant
this business ain’t your business no more
it’s none of your best interest, for the sake of closure

i’m indecisive, i’m afraid of what i be hidin’
the people from the other sides and
the downfall they’re fantasizin’
the mountains that i’ll be climbin’
tell me i stopped cryin’
tell me i’m undivided
tell me because i’m tired of finding a way to my true desires

i am in dire need of a fire, keep me inspired, a reason of why you’re worth giving tries
word of advices, repeating cycles and sacrifices
it’s all behind ‘ya, don’t look back, i’m almost beside ‘ya, stay long enough for me to recognize ‘ya
please, i’m on my way, don’t make me lose my own sight of ‘ya
will i be a version of myself
one i could only imagine
if i was stronger than what i’ve got
would i live long enough
to see a future me
to see a future me
to see a future me
to see a future me

did you fix what’s broken?
religiously devoted
to making every moment
feel unfrozen
living it up to what it’s supposed to

dreams i used to go to
real enough that you can even hold it
reap what i was sowing
there are no weeping and sorrows
worrying about tomorrow

never again an all-time low
as opposed to dear old me
best you never get cold feet
don’t wanna end up six feet deep
’til i get a chance to even meet
what i’m like when i’m not weak
hol’up, am i not allowed to see the peak, admit defeat
smell the sheets that reek of countless weeks of beers that bottle up the fears
liquor made it crystal clear
chances of an encore is bleak

i’m down to eat whatever, guess i’m reduced to a bottom-feeder
i ain’t fond of seeing me dishonorably
it’s pride probably. no such politics. part of my policy

pardon the intrusion
lying in a futon
lying to myself, lying for conclusions
lying that you would sit back reminiscing
as if you found the solutions
truth is, these are all illusions
though i never sought perfection

will i ever serve a lecture
to my very own future?

- vanzide euxthefreshman

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