I remember of one grate deal, an hallucination that was truth
Deep in touch, hard in sorrow, so real
But i just let skip off the great point of my life
Make up yourself guy, you're a big boy they say, and you here this and that
But you think: fuck, nonsense
I was a little asshole, and now im a little nothing screwed up in pain
Make your way, we'll drink for you, we will even say we got drunk
And i realised that we where all thinking the same, just: holly bloody fucking shit...
So conection was seriously damage by unknown powers that become by cerebral internal damage, due to age
And youth passes by as a holly storm that shake us and brake us, to leave us just where we where, an internal laps dream
And when we get lost...
And when you said such great thinks that touched my soul, and now we've changed because you say bla bla to my kind reflective jokes
And i say, fuck again and i say, come on, the greatest thing is that life is much more deeper than films,
Pitty i can only, sometimes cry with films