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The World Isn’t Against You

Die meisten Menschen beurteilen dich nicht. Sie tragen nur ihre eigenen Stürme.

Indie folk · reassuringSongtext von Thomas LukaschewskiOriginalsprache: Englisch

Verse 1

You’re walking through the evening crowd, their faces blur, the noise is loud.
A stranger frowns — you take it wrong, but they’ve just lived a different song.
That glare you feared was aimed at you? They’re thinking bills and something due.
We carry storms that pass right through — but none of them belong to you.

Pre-Chorus

So breathe a little, let it slide, the world spins fast on every side.
Not every look, not every cue, is half as personal as you.

Chorus

The world isn’t against you — they’re just stuck in their thread.
Most people think of you one breath, then jump back into their own head.
You’re not the reason, you’re not their fear —
You’re just a someone passing through their sphere.

Verse 2

You’re waiting on a sign at work, but everyone has pains that lurk.
You think they’ve pushed you to the side — but they’re just fighting their own tide.
A phone call missed, a mail unsent, you think it speaks of some intent.
But most of life is simply this — a moment lost in busyness.

Pre-Chorus

So let the doubts fall out of view, the world’s not coded against you.
Not every silence hides a clue — most hearts are tired, just as you.

Chorus

The world isn’t against you — they’re just stuck in their thread.
Most people think of you one breath, then jump back into their own head.
You’re not the reason, you’re not their fear —
You’re just a someone passing through their sphere.

Bridge

I often think life keeps a score, but one kind smile unlocks the door.
A stranger’s grin on a stressful day — and suddenly the storms give way.

Final Chorus

The world isn’t against you — they’re just stuck in their thread.
Most people think of you one breath, then jump back into their own head.
You’re not the reason, you’re not their fear —
You’re just a someone passing through their sphere.

Outro

Relax your hands, release the strain, not every cloud predicts your rain.
The world holds billions passing through — yet still makes room for one like you.

© Traveler’s Mindset · Songtext von Thomas Lukaschewski

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