When i'm walking lonely trought the narrow street
Jumping on cockroachs
Ironically I ask to my self again, and again
Can i do it?
Can i really have it all?
May be the answer is at the end of the psychedelic way
May be not
May be im just pushing hope into my hopeless brain
Maybe the heroine was too hard
I feel my eyes tired
Ahhh..... I'm living the dream...
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