from a lost room i write to you
hoping i could break through
i‘d like to find a piece of you
in this place coz i miss you
sometimes i smell your perfume
i feel your touch so i run to you
well i dream awake. i dream awake
when all these people get tired of telling me
what‘s good or bad for me
i‘ll tell them what i need
some say you should be legal
just like alcohol
some say i‘m abnormal
(but) that‘s my right
my piece of cake should be legalized now.