I'm lacking the excitement of proving myself right I'm lacking to be loved in a decent way I'm lacking the urge to have higher goalsI'm lacking all those words you won 't dare to let out I miss the days when summertime thrilled me I miss the strength of my contesting will I miss the red in my face when you used to fancy me I miss the time when I used to be the futureI long for the applause after I nail the songI long for art that could raise our story across the globeI long for sacrifice when you insist you love meI...
