Can you ever think, when you burning your cigarette…
when you taste the smoke, about the sickness of fire.
About your life that you think is very fast and smart… About the attitude that make me feel so weak.
What is your definition about the road ?
Is there so fast or you think about the other ?
And what about life ?
Somebody say this life is just a game.
And sure, they say it’s not fair.
Burning up inside.