I went into hiding,
The mountains
That I was climbing
Where those
That I had to conquer in myself.
To understand my selfish
and neurotic self.
The sweetest cigarette's smoke
Doesn't make me choke.
What's the use in your denying,
If I know when you've been crying?
What's the use, if you don't know,
What to do, or where to go?
There's no use, when you don't say
Single word, just get away...
