F.O.S. — Lonely

Lyrics

I'm coming from a long trip
From a country where words
have no meaning anymore

Where the alley are dark
With nothing to light them

I'm seeing that girl again
Lying on the floor
With an empty glance riveted to the ocean

She says "you know, i prefer stayin here"
Wating for my time, where ocean take me back

Cause i'm so lazy, but i prefer that

Freedom of suicide