You still don't like me
My slightly lame foot seems to be an excuse
My ordinary life experience is the reason for your disdain
more than ten years
from school to work
From life to work
Everything has been. . . . . . . . Around me
If, and I mean if, after many years I no longer hope
Then please respect me too
And I must have found my goal again, my hope
Then take good care of yourself
The memories I left behind will be with me and maybe you too
If one day I no longer wait for you here
Then maybe I'll beat you
Because I fill in all the shortcomings
and i hope you understand