It feels perfect today, right now, this moment
But why do I feel like there's something wrong
I turn around and I see parts of my life falling
And so I run to catch it, barely with my fingertips
Then of course I can't do it all by myself, but I try
So I take a deep breath and flex my mind
My hands more to the beat of my heart....
As soon as I finish, I wait for someone to tell me
What I did wrong because I already know that my work is far from perfect.