Just woke up today morning Just another day, without any ceremony Talking trash, without cash and money So, I’ve been thinking bout my last dream Thoughts on my mind but they aint a real thing See, I'm not really happy Why should I stop drinking if that makes me feel happy? Dreams aren’t supposed to be anything but messy Won’t pretend God himself just talked to me Won’t follow blurry advices like I'm blind to see That the dream was nothing but a taxi That would drive me to the home Of crazy people that think everything is wrong These thoughts are stupid But maybe the taxi couldn’t take me anywhere Maybe blurry was just trying to make me aware That the place that I said Was exactly where I slept and had the nightmare But still, I don’t believe in ifs My sis would never had talked just like she did Talking that all of this are some sort of myths And I cannot believe that the guy who promised that Would build bridges around the country would that bad So, for the people around globe Just ignore the fact that you had a second hope But, you know, what if it was God himself, but you know, seeing Seeing is believing, seeing is believing