Lyric

A nostalgic intro fades in from the radio

Playing the theme song of an old anime I used to know

Those childhood days draw close, then drift so far away

A nostalgic night is starting to take over the gray

What have I held onto as the years have passed me by?

I even forgot what I wanted underneath that sky

If I could’ve been a little more useful to someone out there

Would anything have changed in this world that we share?

I don’t wanna weigh on a scale what I lost and what I won

But was the choice I made back then really the right one?

Even if I search it on Google through the night

The answer I’m looking for will never tell me what is right

The answer is out there somewhere

Unable to do a thing, yet wanting to do something grand

Still, nothing ever changes, so I blame it on the times at hand

A justice with no conviction only turns into a lie

So I hide it in my pocket and pretend that I’m just fine

Where did I go wrong? What should I have done instead?

I threw away the precious things I swore that I would protect

The ones who made it big, and the ones who made mistakes

We all looked forward to Wednesday at seven, whatever it takes

With these stained arms and these clothes covered in mud

Would the me from back then be sad to see what I've become?

There’s no way to know it, there’s no answer waiting there

'Cause the past and future belong to the me who’s standing here

Life is just beginning now

Even if I act so cool, even if I whine and cry

Nobody knows who I will be when tomorrow passes by

But because I am who I am, there’s something I can hold

I’ve gained as much as I have lost, a story still untold

I might look uncool, I might look so small and weak

But I don't care at all, 'cause I'm still alive and on my feet

The ones who made it big, and the ones who made mistakes

Sunday at six-thirty, we all had those blues

Friday at seven, it was the best news

Everyone was special, with nothing left to lose

Different values sometimes hurt and tear us all apart

In another country, a child is holding a gun

To turn your own justice into a weapon aimed at someone

No one is that righteous, no one wears that kind of crown