Lyric

8:30 a.m. at the terminal gate

Familiar makeup hides the real me

Trying to fit into the "right" mold

That someone else defined, holding my breath

The office uniform feels like a costume now

The weekend promises are fading out

Like a child's silly drawing

That blueprint of the future I naively believed in

The reason I can't throw it away

Is not because I'm weak, I know

I stopped, but I can always start again

I told myself at midnight sharp

It's okay to not be perfect, no

Even with a scratched-up pride, that's fine

If you can take a breath and stand up again

That makes you your own hero

I'll take the long way home, but it's my own path

The one thing no one can steal is this fire

"Giving up" and "settling down"

They always try to tempt me

But I can't lie to that girl I was then

I rewrite the future with a shaking hand

I don't need the words "It's going to be okay" anymore

I won't hesitate anymore

Not maybe, it's a definite

No matter how many times

I'll go meet tomorrow again