Текст песни Truman (HAN & Felix) - Stray Kids

I sketch visions of my future
But sometimes the wrong shades slip in the picture
Feel like a failure, a loser but
Oh my god reminds me, I'm human
Head high, I keep on moving
Living real, like Truman
I'm the true man

We're all same
No difference
Fail, fear, bad days make me more different
I born freak
This is my own movement
We don't care, 'cause we are blessed