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