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
