Cirko Mamuno

I close my eyes slowly hoping it's over but the miles roll on,

I fake a smile thinking someone will see through the well applied dye,

Early morning or late night
I don't feel I have concepts of time,

Another pointless exercise to fill a meaningless existence,

Me myself and alcohol are gonna have ourselves a ball
so you better not come knocking on my door,

Draw a line of kokaeen and stumbling in
I'm in between so better not stay out late tonight,

I see a stranger only that this stranger looks a little like me

On roll the miles