working hard

I'm working hard
I'm working all day long
I bought iPhone 6s
now I can make photos
and slowmo videos on my own
I'm working hard yeah I'm working
working on the street all day long
all money I got on my work
I pay for my food and my drinks
thats all

iPhone yeah
now I have my iPhone
oh baby with that stylish thing
I never feel alone

everywhere I go
everywhere I go
I never feel alone

lying lying lying
crying crying crying

now I am the same as people around
making pictures of myself
making fun with a shit behind the sky
beyond the ground
I feel that I'm not worthy to be
the person I was anymore
I feel love but my love is as usually
forbidden without any word

and I'm riding my bike «Canondile» down the street
random people speak with me
and I talk to them in answer
observing these bright sunny buildings, so familiar for me
and so different as in my hometown, what e confuse

I got nervous when I lost my illusions
I got so upset when I had to make a compromise with myself
whether I am doomed to love without respect?
whether I am doomed to feel sorry because of it?
whether I am doomed to dream about the people
who are not from my world?

whether there is a difference between a man and a woman but it is
even when I’m doomed I don’t want to stop
even when I’m wrong I don't want to betray myself
we come alone in this world
we can do better things alone in this world
I don’t want to betray myself
I don’t want to lie anymore
if I’m wrong
whenever I am wrong
that is only my problem 
but still, I have so much love to this world