Lyrics
I'm taking my bike for a ride tonight
I'm seeking solace by taking a bike ride tonight.
My head is messy and I'm not fine.
My thoughts are chaotic, and I'm not doing well emotionally.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts
An overwhelming repetition of thoughts in my mind.
Thoughts speak to me
My thoughts seem to communicate with me.
Oh, My mind is a lock that needs a key
I feel like my mind is a locked entity in need of understanding.
What will this bike ride give me?
Contemplating the potential outcomes of the bike ride.
I raised my head and I see
I lift my head and observe the surroundings.
Sky, stars, trees, sun
Noticing the beauty of the sky, stars, trees, and sun.
What a beautiful creation
Reflecting on the awe-inspiring creation of the world.
But I have a million questions
Despite the beauty, I'm burdened with numerous unanswered questions.
Why are the stars so bright?
Pondering why the stars shine so brightly.
And space so deep?
Questioning the vastness of space.
Who will hear my cry?
Expressing a need for someone to hear my emotional distress.
Who created me?
Contemplating the origin of my existence.
Why am I who I am?
Questioning the essence of my identity.
When will the end come?
Wondering about the eventual conclusion of everything.
Please give me an answer
Pleading for answers to the multitude of questions.
Where is my real home?
Searching for the true place of belonging.
Our universe is so huge and diverse
Acknowledging the vastness and diversity of the universe.
But does the world exist on its own?
Doubting if the world exists independently.
Life, life, life, life
Reflecting on the concept of life.
Life, where is your beginning?
Questioning the origin of life.
Someone's behind all this, I feel it
Sensing the presence of an external force shaping existence.
The old path led me to the field
Recalling a previous path that led to contemplation in an open space.
It's getting dark, but I'm still thinking
Darkness is approaching, but my thoughts persist.
Sky, stars, trees, sun
Reiterating the beauty of the sky, stars, trees, and sun.
What a wonderful creation
Appreciating the wonder of creation despite the lack of answers.
So few answers, but a million questions
Frustration at having numerous questions and few answers.
Why are the stars so bright?
Repeating the inquiry about the brightness of stars.
And space so deep?
Reiterating the mystery of deep space.
Who will hear my cry?
Reaching out for someone to hear and understand my emotional plea.
Who created me?
Revisiting the contemplation of the creator of one's existence.
Why am I who I am?
Continuing to question the purpose of one's identity.
When will the end come?
Speculating about the eventual conclusion of everything.
Please give me an answer!
Desperation for a meaningful answer to the myriad of questions.
Where is my real home?
Seeking the true place of belonging and purpose.
Where is my real home?
Reiterating the search for a genuine home.
Where is my real home?
Emphasizing the persistent quest for a true home.
A million questions
The overwhelming burden of countless unanswered questions.
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