It's the middle of the night and my bed and I have fallen out.
I went out to smoke a cigarette: smog was melt with my smoke, it depressed me.
It's hard to go back home when you go back from a sunny trip.
You leave there a part of you so you feel lost and incomplete.
I feel like a tourist of my own life.
I find it hard to believe in me here.
I feel like married to an invisible wife.
I find it hard to overcome : my bride with fear.
It's hard to go back home...
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