Sorry کے بول

Light, gets colder and colder Now even air's getting heavier Something is changing all around I must stay focused, both feet on the ground I should try to manage A way out, a strategy But I'm tired of planning everything Let's have a try on improvising I'm so scarred I feel sorry I should better hide It's not a real choice But I keep pretending I'm not the one I thought I know you want me to get up To grab back my stick and start to walk I should find a new path The illusion can't last But all your looks, your expectations Your sincere concerns just paralyze me Too old Too weak I cannot start over This bloody path has been chosen Too many years before Sometimes I would like To go back in time Make a few different choices Become another kind of man