[Verse 1]
I used to scroll through other people’s glow,
Reading comments on the glossy pages’ show.
I built my life by everyone’s design,
Got tangled up in fights and wasted time.
I spent my days inside another’s dream,
Forgetting what I truly needed to believe.
Empty goals and roads and dates and faces,
But today I draw the line on borrowed places.
And find my way back to the heart inside.
[Chorus 1]
It’s an art to live the way you want,
Not waiting for the hints the world has sent.
Leave all the fear behind the borderline.
It’s a science to hear another’s heart beat,
While the whole world shouts: “Wake up and be real, be free!”
Take brushes in your hands and paint the days…
The art of living — it’s your own way.
[Verse 2]
We’re so used to playing by the game,
Following maps that never lead the same.
We read the books and watched the movies’ frames,
But this pain inside can’t be erased or passed.
It’s like a bird that’s breaking out the chest,
It’s time to choose what matters most, I guess.
And draw my own route across the starlit sky.
[Chorus 2]
It’s an art to live the way you want,
Not waiting for the hints the world has sent.
Leave all the fear behind the borderline.
It’s a science to hear another’s heart beat,
While the whole world shouts: “Wake up and be real, be free!”
Take brushes in your hands and paint the days…
The art of living — it’s your own way.
[Verse 3]
They’ll say it’s just a whim, a passing phase,
That you should plan the next two hundred years.
You’ll smile so quietly, without a trace,
Because you’ve been sailing forward through the tears.
Where answers don’t matter anymore,
What counts is wind that’s tearing sails apart.
No maps, no rules — just open sea and stars.
[Bridge]
Drop all the doubts and useless taboos,
The shadows of the lies we used to choose.
One single step beyond these walls we knew,
And you’re free now, outside every rule.
[Chorus 3]
It’s an art to live the way you want,
Not waiting for the hints the world has sent.
Leave all the fear behind the borderline.
It’s a science to hear another’s heart beat,
While the whole world shouts: “Wake up and be real, be free!”
Take brushes in your hands and paint the days…
The art of living — it’s your own way.
[Outro]
Living by your own stories, day by day,
It’s the art of being true, not lost, not stray.
You found the path — not to fall, but to rise,
Without the fakes, without the borrowed lies.
Where you don’t need to act or play the part,
It’s the art of being real, right from the start.
Just feel… just breathe… just breathe.
