there must be some kind of way out of here, said a student in a bar

sitting, staring at the glass of beer, wasn´t happy by far

pretty girls are passing by, but he still remains blind

the one who had abandoned him is tormenting his mind

she´s in love with her lust, burning true love into dust

he may not see throught the smoke, it all seems like a joke

and no matter what the other poems say, you´re gonna lose all anyway