Lonely Road

When you talk, nobody listens

When you all alone, nobody visits

All your late night, from hall to kitchen

Your destination is a walking distance

Hardwork don't last a minute only in the last minute

Everyday feels the same football makes the difference

You scared to love them cause you know about their weekends

Wilding while you insecure and wrestling with your defence

So what now, while you on your own

No crowd, you all alone

So what now, while you on your own

On your own route, it is a lonely road