I slept for two years, what time is it? I don't know. I'm full, even less. I've played so much that now I'm in code, and I drop where I want. My happiness, no one looking for me, songs in my head, fresh air, I travel without gravity, it seems to me to fly, there is the world to know, come on, I have to call you. Sorry, but it hurts, we feel at the end of the summer, I swear I'm sorry, I'll call you tomorrow, I love you, say hello. My happiness. My happiness. I want to get lost and then you'll see. My happiness. I love to be late, I love to work, I can't complain in general, now I'm in the center of the capital, of my favorite state with the mental. In disorder and everything is fine, and it's nice even if it's opposed, like a lightning in August sky. My happiness is the fleeting moment, kissing among people, the stupid friend, I'm looking for my freedom, I want to get lost, there is the world to know, come on, I have to call you. Sorry, but it hurts, we feel at the end of the summer, I swear I'm sorry, I'll call you tomorrow, I love you, say hello. My happiness. My happiness. I want to get lost and then you'll see. My happiness. I leave you here, with sunglasses, I hide the pain from you. But what is it? This part is too sad for me. Okay, happiness. My happiness. I want to get lost and then you'll see. My happiness.