I used to live in the past, today someone else lives in that house.
Where will you find me, I do not live in my house now.
Everyone wanted flowers in their eyes, today the same
There is no place for flowers to live in any gardener.
Who was who I have forgotten everything I look in the mirror
My face is now looking like a beggar.
Have made death your destination
I will not meet us, I am just living in search of this.
I’m living a pretend life for myself
I live apart from myself as I live to die.
It seems that now these three things are my life cigarettes
I have stayed with them as an idol of wine and stone.
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