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Passing by days and nights

Pile of questions growing

After all who am I?

Where i get this knowing?

Here I am 4 a.m.

Looking at the ceiling

Flying fast frames of past

Overwhelming feeling

Things go like I'm drawing dead

Lights can't pierce the curtains

Slowly drown to bottom depth

By weight of all my burdens

Zero chance to forget

I bet you remember

Trying to avoid all regrets

But i'm loosing temper

How to kill all this pain?

My apathy enhances

After all feeling drain

Bong has all the answers

Things go like I'm drawing dead

Lights can't pierce the curtains

Slowly drown to bottom depth

By weight of all my burdens

Endless night

Hazy mind

Getting high

Till come first rays of light