I was blindfolded and walking to the place Where I heaved, somebody clap their hands In the beginning when I just started to toddle my way My life is a filter tip which I heated it over a fire
Smile or cry You know, when I was six I learned how to tell a lie Because I noticed that I made a mistake Smile or cry
And in time, their hands didn't clap My body and soul Were crushed at the end of the space That's the feeling
