Blood is still gushing through your veins, Yet something seems to have changed. Don't you see things a little bit differently? even after the end of a decade. The cold wind blows through your hair, While wetting your cracked lips, you quiver, Holding that smoke in your hand, Once again, sitting here - you wonder. What a waste of a year it was, What a waste of energy, It's like you never learn, And get stuck in brutal and fuzzy. Is it all a lie, when people smile, Seems they are trying for a while To blur their senses and go for an escape, Or is it just you, Sitting in the corner all by yourself, yet again.
With a Sweet Punch..