Mister Peculiar Epilogue
Smoke in my eyes
Searching my pride
Feeling a little bit unsatisfied
A crossroad in my head
Don't wanna be so sad... no more
Am I blurring you?
Tell me how are you
If this is what your so called friends want to
They'd be satisfied
But maybe this makes you cry
Wake up my mind
I was so blind
Swear to myself I won’t waste my time
For the rest of my life
I won't make no more rhyme.
