When you’re tired and the wind blows cold
And you’re standing in the line of fire
You can’t sleep cause all your dreams grew old
And you no longer believe your own lies
You told yourself you could be quite well known
Well, maybe you haven’t got the karma
You won’t always reap what you have sown
When you’re just not that good a farmer

Better luck next life

Standing on a cross mark
With a jury facing you
You’re dreaming of your big break
But you’re just being ridiculed
When you’re working so hard
On what you want to learn
And the effort you put in it
Gives you nothing in return

When you’re losing so much
And start bearing a grudge
Still you know it’s yourself who is to blame
Maybe it’s time to just step outside the frame