And I was floating. Floating so high up in the sky, with no apparent reason. And I felt just like I was missing, just like I wasn't there, not anymore. And I was increasingly driving crazy. I was lost, lost in my own lies. Maybe I'll know somewhere deep in my soul, where no one reaches me to drive me through bad ways. And I was thinking, thinking about you. I was waiting on you. I've never been perfect, even in my better days. Even in that day, it wasn't different. My knowledge was disappearing. My knowledge about what's around. Around you, everything was so perfect. And I was evying you, walking through the time, lost and with no route.