Куома - Кредит доверия
текст песни

The path to correction is too difficult
The sidelong glances of loved ones make me feel...
I can't cope alone, I need help
Quit nicotine, get rid of my complexes
Addiction is stuck in my head
I've moved away from fairy tales and seen all the problems
Apathy is raging, I'm ashamed of the gaps
I don't remember half the promises I made last summer
I promised everything to everyone
But in the end, I didn't have time
How can I trust a phony who doesn't remember his own deeds
I used to want more
But now I'm not so sure
I've killed the dreamer in me
It seems I've matured
I remember how my eyes sparkled
The tracks are full of promises
I didn't fulfill my goals
Although I seemed to be making plans
I was keeping track of the statistics
Thanks if you listened
But I got used to it so quickly
That the numbers only tormented me
I need to try harder
Squeeze out my material
A release every month
Greed causes ruin
For There's a fire burning inside of me
I have to try to evoke a wow feeling
I have to push myself all the time
Sit down to write tracks
Even if I realize it's completely out of place right now
Turning into a chatterbox
Killing myself
Without understanding inside
Why I'm not developing
Ask myself
What's wrong again? In the end, reconciling
When you fail
Seeing red eyes
At night in front of the mirror
I nurtured the animal within me
I want to be human
You can't trust this creature
Even the simplest things
Forgive me for what I've become
And I've become an empty talker
I can talk a lot
But you won't believe me
I don't trust myself
I've exhausted my trust
I've been a lot of hesitation
It's unlikely that anything has changed
I don't know how to think
Naivety is my weakness
There's no shame in being weak
I remember they said
But it's all untrue
Weakness drags you straight to the grave
There are many weak people in this world
I'm one of them too
It's not for you to judge, I know, I'm telling myself now
Talking to myself again
I don't know how to open up
My girlfriend doesn't know that I'm in a daze inside
I leave all my experiences in words
It doesn't matter who listens, numbers used to be an obsession
I didn't admit it to myself This made me feel shitty.
I was chasing recognition, getting zero attention.
Now I write these y's differently.
I won't become popular, I don't care.
It's important to always be yourself, whatever that means.
Circumstances have changed me.
Rhymes just for the sake of rhyme, that doesn't suit me.
I used to sin like that, but it was wrong.
I sang what I didn't want, said what I didn't understand.
Now I'm collecting my thoughts.
I started doing things so I wouldn't have to go back.
Where fate was leading me, but I decided not to give up.
These past sins at exactly four-twenty.
They rejected all my dreams; they can't be described so briefly.
I talk endlessly so I don't go crazy.
And if I do, I'll record everything for you.
Two and a half faithful listeners.
I write my y's for you.