Cross With You
What's making me hot like this?
I'll climb to the top of the arriving wave
I'm not used to an atmosphere that's too quiet
I'm seeking for a fiery intensity
Hurdles that are overcome too easily have no meaning
When impossibilities keep happening, only I keep evolving
I'll change the rules of the world that I can't agree with by filling them
My overflowing energy is getting bored, does it have a place to go?
I'm cross with you
I'm not used to serious childlike obedience
I'm not white nor black, I'll look for the answers myself
Rather than hiding my emotions, showing them is also confidence
Among these people who just give up, I'm more perfect than anyone, right?
My heart is reflected in my disordered breathing, while still being honest
How long has it been since I even forgot to shed tears?
What's making me hot like this?
I'll climb to the top of the arriving wave
My heart that can't do anything else but fight is now shouting
It's not over as long as I have people looking at me
I'm cross with you
In the torn picture only my dream is still smiling
Since when did I lose sight of freedom?
Who's making me hot like this?
I reached the top of the swaying wave
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