Description
Producer: Mark van Bruggen
Composer: Rachèl Louise Vermeulen
Lyricist: Rachèl Louise Vermeulen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Will
I become someone people will remember?
Will I be bigger than most? Will I be happy looking back this
December?
This year, did I give it my all?
Will I make more money ten years from now?
Or will I be the same broke?
Do twenty-year-olds think I'm cool?
Or am I just blowing smoke?
Does any of it matter?
Keep trying to climb that ladder.
I keep on trying to prove something to someone, but meanwhile I'm nothing to you.
So fun.
Who is even listening to what I'm cooking in the kitchen?
Keep selling my soul, just for a mention.
I keep on thinking it's not enough, trying to dig these diamonds out the rough.
I keep trying to climb that ladder, but does any of it matter?
Am
I authentic or a product of society?
Will I ever lose my self-doubt? I'm no more than someone working at the Dollar
Tree, but why do I feel this need to stand out?
Keep trying to climb that ladder, but does any of it matter?
And I keep on trying to prove something to someone, but meanwhile I'm nothing to you. So fun.
Who is even listening to what I'm cooking in the kitchen?
Keep selling my soul, just for a mention.
I keep on thinking it's not enough, trying to dig these diamonds out the rough.
I keep trying to climb that ladder, but does any of it matter?
I am enough as
I am.
Will I ever understand?
English translation
Will
I become someone people will remember?
Will I be bigger than most? Will I be happy looking back this
December?
This year, did I give it my all?
Will I make more money ten years from now?
Or will I be the same broke?
Do twenty-year-olds think I'm cool?
Or am I just blowing smoke?
Does any of it matter?
Keep trying to climb that ladder.
I keep on trying to prove something to someone, but meanwhile I'm nothing to you.
So fun.
Who is even listening to what I'm cooking in the kitchen?
Keep selling my soul, just for a mention.
I keep on thinking it's not enough, trying to dig these diamonds out the rough.
I keep trying to climb that ladder, but does any of it matter?
Am
I authentic or a product of society?
Will I ever lose my self-doubt? I'm no more than someone working at the Dollar
Tree, but why do I feel this need to stand out?
Keep trying to climb that ladder, but does any of it matter?
And I keep on trying to prove something to someone, but meanwhile I'm nothing to you. So fun.
Who is even listening to what I'm cooking in the kitchen?
Keep selling my soul, just for a mention.
I keep on thinking it's not enough, trying to dig these diamonds out the rough.
I keep trying to climb that ladder, but does any of it matter?
I am enough as
I am.
Will I ever understand?