Don' t ask me why I've been there;
I had to fill
the emptiness of my days
lost in the nothingness
with no place to go to;
Don't ask me why;
I only remember now
the time of
hope
The smoking rings
The dreaming trips
That's our life
Made of mistakes
Driven by mysterious course
Aimed to search
What you think to be true
And time cheater of our senses
Only God
Do not mislead
Our souls.
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