Perspectives

Don't need your drugs Don't need your Hennessy Don't need your energies You killed the good Gave me bad fantasies 'Cause you don't see what I see "Stop being childish You are twenty-three What are you going to be?" Not into cars Not into industry Don't get your politics I'm lost inside my own philosophy I only dream when I sleep I miss my friends, I miss my family Oh, can't you feel what I feel? Feel what I feel Oh, can't you feel what I feel? Feel what I feel