Sometimes I feel like listening, but sometimes I prefer talking, let everyone listen
Sometimes I feel like not talking at all, just enjoy the comfort of the holes I bury myself into
Let the silence of the walls I hid myself in enjoy the conversations on my behalf
Talk to nobody, listen to nobody except to my worries

Sometimes I cry but nobody notices, but sometimes I laugh, I smile a lot everybody notices
Bad days, good days, horrible to not so good days, I know them all
Struggles after another, but never an easy life, I know that very well
But I deal with it because it’s part of human’s life I believe
One day at a time I take it

I make mistakes, so is everybody else
I apologize sometimes, learn from them, but regrets is all I settle for sometimes
But I’m only human, like everybody else I take a wrong turn every once in a while

I love, fear to love, but sometimes I just wanna be loved
Through all the failed minor efforts I put in to show how much I care,
I selfishly want to be loved back more
I’m human myself, sometimes selfishness define who I am while thinking I’m doing what’s right

Sometimes I think only about the beautiful things life has on offer,
But sometimes all the ugliness it has covers my mind and soul, painting fear in my heart
I challenge the world, but sometimes I feel safe when I hide from all the challenges it pose
Do you blame me for that, because I’m human like you
Everything you do, in my own way and time different to yours I do it

Everybody sleeps, then I follow them
Sometimes just when they go to bed, I get the strength to do more, work a little longer
When they sneeze I get more power to get everything done before they open their eyes
But sometimes I just wanna lie down before everybody considers that
My body demands that much needed break it hardly gets
But who am I to oppose it when it does because I’m not a robot,
I get tired, I get hungry, I lose motivation, I get distracted like any other human being

Sometimes I speak about it, express it in whatever way possible
But sometimes I keep it to myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m ok with it
But it just feels more comforting when I let it bite me on the inside
When I suffer in my silence, assuming you won’t understand, nobody will
But I’m human, I suffer the same consequence other humans do

Sometimes I don’t have a reason as to why other things happen
Why I took long to pick up my phone, why I didn’t pick it up at all,
Why I forgot to take it with me when I leave my door, why I didn’t hear it when it rang
Like any other human being, because I’m human
“I’m not perfect”