The way of decisions,
I'm in a prison.
I'm looking for troubles,
I didn't miss him.
And something good is lost in my head,
It's full of your air,
Your pretty air.

Our meeting was mistake,
I just thought you will take
My heart in your hands.
But you wanna break it.
We've lost in the smoke,
In sweet pretty smoke.
So I will believe that I can fly
In your skies.

Mom, sorry.
My muse left me in May.
I'm not worried.
I will meet you someday
Again.

I know you're my mistake,
I just hope you will take
My heart in your hands
And maybe won't break it.
And we'll fall in smoke
In sweet pretty smoke.
So I will believe that I can fly.

I'm feeling your seasons,
You've got many reasons
To make me feel blue,
But i'm still singing his songs.
And when you are gone
And left me alone,
I miss you again.
Will [bad word] back home baby?