Maren Morris - A Song for Everything

Slowly dying is one who does not travel, who does not read, who do not hear music, who cannot find harmony in himself. Slowly dying is the one who destroys faith in himself, who does not allow himself to help. Slowly dying is the one who destroys love itself, And lives its days with constant complaints of lousy luck or incessant rain. The one who abandons his plans dies slowly. Even without even starting them, Who does not ask questions about the arguments unknown to him. And who does not answer when asked what he knows. Slowly dying is the one who becomes a slave to the habit, Performing the same route every day, Who does not change direction, Who does not risk breaking the colors of clothes, Who does not talk with strangers. Slowly dying is the one who avoids passions, And a smile can replace a yawn. Who prefers black over white and dots over the letter “i,” Instead of being with emotions. Those who make the eyes radiant, Which can make the heartbeat both from error and from feelings.