Running away from what
Dreptomani
Well, that´s all I ever wanted
Running away from what
Atelophobia
The Atelophobia that i own to myself
My dreams staffed in a shelf
Pleasing myself is my only wealth
Taking action in perfect stealth
Amathophobia
Cant handle my dreams becoming dust
Distractions and falling for lust
I hope I don't look back
And say ¨what a disgust¨
Reminding myself to trust
And Love the process and just
Breath as the mauvais fade into the rust
Habromania
Now honestly I´d rather die
Happiness is an illusion
Or maybe I am living in a confusion
One day when I get a taste of it
I will make a conclusion
One day I will feel it in profusion.
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