My friends can't wait for summer
But I already miss the cold
My friends think crying is a bummer
But I'm so scared to get old
My friends know how to enjoy their young lives
But I spend all my time alone
My friends, they one day will be husbands and wives
While I'm heavy like a stone
My friends, in their heads worries and dreams
I have inside mine hollow and echoes
No matter what, their lives flow like a stream
I'm stuck, blocked by these stubborn toes
Is it really what it seems ?
Is it really what it seems ? Is it how the story goes ?