[00:00.00] 作词 : Mahera Tata Adyatma
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Mahera Tata Adyatma/Haris Albathoriq
[00:33.09]He’s got a dream, but no one to ask
[00:35.67]Walking 'round in cycles, feeling stuck
[00:42.00]He’s afraid to fall, and he's afraid to stay
[00:47.19]In a world that tells him there’s no other way
[01:15.57]She’s just a girl, standing on the line
[01:21.78]Between who she is and who she’s trying to find
[01:23.49]She’s holding on to pieces of her past
[01:33.99]Wishing days wouldn’t move so fast
[01:41.10]'Cause growing up is a waste of time
[01:41.76]Can we learn? Can we learn to disagree?
[01:47.43]And growing up seems like a distant dream
[01:50.28]Can we find? Can we find what stays the same?
[01:53.88]I once believed that adulthood was a prize
[01:54.78]A badge of honor earned through the chaos of youth
[01:58.41]But now, it feels like a cruel joke
[02:00.51]Each day blurs into the next
[02:01.62]Marked only by the ticking of the clock
[02:04.35]And the unchanging view from my window
[02:06.15]The passion that once drove me to create and explore
[02:07.47]Has become a distant memory
[02:08.22]Replaced by a routine that feels more like a prison
[02:09.27]Than a pathway to freedom
[02:09.78]Was I ever meant to be?
[02:10.26]Was I ever meant to be?
[02:10.74]Was I ever meant to be?

作词 : Mahera Tata Adyatma
作曲 : Mahera Tata Adyatma/Haris Albathoriq
He’s got a dream, but no one to ask
Walking 'round in cycles, feeling stuck
He’s afraid to fall, and he's afraid to stay
In a world that tells him there’s no other way
She’s just a girl, standing on the line
Between who she is and who she’s trying to find
She’s holding on to pieces of her past
Wishing days wouldn’t move so fast
'Cause growing up is a waste of time
Can we learn? Can we learn to disagree?
And growing up seems like a distant dream
Can we find? Can we find what stays the same?
I once believed that adulthood was a prize
A badge of honor earned through the chaos of youth
But now, it feels like a cruel joke
Each day blurs into the next
Marked only by the ticking of the clock
And the unchanging view from my window
The passion that once drove me to create and explore
Has become a distant memory
Replaced by a routine that feels more like a prison
Than a pathway to freedom
Was I ever meant to be?
Was I ever meant to be?
Was I ever meant to be?