Don’t ask me why
Don' t ask me why
I've been there
Why I had to fill
the emptiness of my days
Why was I lost in
the darkness of nothingness
Why I didn't have
a 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 the time being
the cheater of our senses
Only God cannot
mislead our souls.
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