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