Don't need your drugs
Don't need your Hennessy
Don't need your energies

You killed the good
Gave me bad fantasies
'Cause you don't see what I see

Stop being childish
You are twenty-three
What are you going to be?

Not into cars
Not into industry
Don't get your politics

Im lost inside my own philosophy
I only dream when I sleep

I miss my friends, I miss my family
Oh cant you feel what I feel

Feel what I feel

Oh cant you feel what I feel
Feel what I feel