Walking down the street I can't help but think I am the happiest man alive Seeing faces like she'll craters
Wrecked hope in front of the coffee machine Sleepily pouring coffee down her throat to get along, to move on
Where are you heading? Did you ever ask yourself Instead of asking those who don't have time to think?
Walking down the street I feel like an island in the ocean of despair I'm getting submerged, I'm sinking
I surface and I look Into eyes that look so empty They avoid my gaze When I want to stop and ask them
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