Its all about drugs,
Trip drugs and alcohol...

It's okay, to them,
I'm not into it.

I try things,
But to me, it's too boring,
I shall develop something more,

Some kind of sense,
That worth fill the space,
Maybe with air,
Or something else.

I would like to keep all my memories intact, pure,
But how sad,
I miss my own memories,
That i cannot remember perfectly...

That's the only valuable thing i had,
I hope it don't vanish.