[Verse 1]
When did I even accept myself?
When I studied or listened to, I only neglected myself
How much have I defended myself, complained, avenged
Looked in the mirror and got angry
Obsessed over my flaws
Always seeing my skeletons, the bad sides in me
Missed dreams, involved feelings
We grew as a complicated generation, not good looking, not successful
And why don't I feel good from the inside?
That I'm weird, that I'm fucked, that I'm not good enough
I'm never calm, I'm never relaxed
I'm never stopping and just accepting my self, like this

[Chorus]
Exactly, exactly the way that I am
That's how it's good
When I'm complete, I'm not missing anything
And I'm allowed to love myself

[Verse 2]
They say our generation is in insanity of failures
Loneliness dramas or childhood traumas
Carrying on ourselves much more than the heart requests
And when everything collapses, the ego is a preying bird that is only ruining for us
Paths are left complicated
When I'm always surrendering to escapes and concessions
The long nights, the awkward silence
I love, I hate, I'm both something and it's opposite
When I need to shut up I'm screaming, when I need to unpack I'm shutting up or I'm defending myself like an unconfident idiot and don't restrain myself
Whoever is okay with himself doesn't have to be right
And a man is screaming when he needs something; if he doesn't need anything he doesn't scream, he isn't worried, and doesn't make fun of the people surrounding him
He surrounds himself with people that love him, he doesn't get hurt from any word and he doesn't believe any promise
Isn't motivated by insecurity or any consequences

[Chorus]
Exactly, exactly the way that I am
That's how it's good
When I'm complete, I'm not missing anything
And I'm allowed to love myself

[Verse 3]
I can't lie to myself and be someone else
I deserve to be in peace, I deserve more
Not to compromise on a relationship, not to always be the one that..
Takes everything to the heart and never lets go
Everyone and his own runaway
And I'm a junkie of awkwardness, a clown with no rest that polished the defeat, renewed the weakness, blessed the embarrassment
And made the comfort zone to his kingdom
What if I won't fulfill that same lofty dream
And maybe everybody is joking about me behind my back
That I'm not smart enough, not beautiful enough, not understanding enough
Not cool and not in the center of matters
Maybe joy is something you choose and only you decide between what's good and what's bad, the size of the problem
Get out of slavery and step towards freedom, and remove the command
Because there is a choice, there is a choice
I refuse to go back to this loop, to the same dead end
It's not about the objective, it's about the way to it
I have the fuel, I have the way
I no longer dream about being the king, I no longer dream about anything
I only dream about being myself