Are we growing up? I handle what was decided everyday I thought about various things and gave an answer But I can't watch whether I grow up I become scare Is the answer that I gave right? Should I believe this way? What is right? There is no waste in having come untill now Everything matter Have cofidence, I can't move back anymore “You grows in the day” say to me When my choise isn't wrong “You grows in the day” say to me When my way isn't wrong There is no waste in having come untill now Everything matter “You grows in the day” say to me I understand such a thing Get rid of my uneasiness Uneasiness fills me up A black shadow kills me I'm dying to suffocate Are we growing up? It's repetition of the same thing We must still go