I'm sitting on your chair, and look in your glass. The road is very long, and hurts before my eyes. This summer was be scary, especially on your chair. I`ll still smoke cigarette, and you don't know about it. And you're looking at the road, and I want to hit a wall. And I think about it, will I look like piece of meat? No... And you're looking at the road. and I want to hit a wall. And I think of that a long. Is it really on my own?