Don´t waste my time (Psychodelic)

You say I’m dreamin’ way too loud, That I should stop, just blend in the crowd. You say it’s hard, it takes too long, You love to prove my passion wrong. But every time you pull me down, I rise again, I stand my ground. Get out of my way, don’t tell me no, I’ve got a fire, I’ve got to go. You talk of fear, I talk of fight — I’m movin’ forward, day and night. You say “relax,” I say “not yet,” You call it chaos, I call it sweat. You want it easy, you want it slow, But I’ve got miles before I go. Your lazy words, they cage my heart, But I was born to break apart. Get out of my way, don’t tell me no, I’ve got a fire, I’ve got to go. You talk of rest, I talk of climb — Don’t steal my minutes, don’t waste my time. And maybe I’ve been talkin’ to the mirror all along, The voice that told me “stop” was mine, just wrong. It’s me that’s been the anchor, holdin’ me still, Now I’m cuttin’ that chain — I’ve got my will. Get out of my way — even if it’s me, No more doubt, no apathy. I’ve fought myself and now I see, The only one stoppin’ me… was me. So I’m done with the talk, done with the fear, The road is long, but it’s crystal clear. Get out of my way — even if it’s me. 🎸🔥