My way
The road is blinding all my dreams
It leaves on mind the deepest rend
And metamorphs my life to film
My yesterday is painted black
Today surrounded by the grey
I really cant return days back
And make tomorrow come today
The road is skipping all conditions
Dont really care whats going on
It hasn't any small permisson
Get down my will and make it fall!
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