Lyric

I grew up on the corner of 3rd avenue

I have odd dreams lately

Top and low are overturned

My foot pain is killing me

I can’t stand keeping my foot on the ground

Even if I get bored it

There's nothing I could do about it

Sometimes, I’d regret being born

I hate it all

When I wake up in the morning, it feels like I'm not myself

I’m on the way, I’m on the long way to failure

It’ll be as if nothing ever happened

Even if I get bored it

There's nothing I could do about it

Sometimes, I’d regret being born

Tonight, I felt as if everything had come to the end

Kill me my friend, I’m not needed in this world anymore

When I wake up in the morning, it feels like I'm not myself

I’m on the way. I’m on the long way to failure

I’m on the way…

(The more hurts the better The flowing clouds are like my blood)

I’m on the way. I’m on the long way to failure

(The longer the better)