“It's you, you've got my life to take a wrong turn and you've taken away even my will to correct. So it's not my own fault that has let me go on aimlessly in that direction. Predetermined cul-de-sac.” Feels like I am on the clouds Feels like my feet to stand were lost “Why won't you try?” When I am asked I bring up this determinism as an excuse. I might not make it I might not make it You've taken away even my will to give it a try Feels like I am on the clouds Feels like my feet to stand were lost I shouldn't go on like this Yeah I have to wake up But I don't know what it means and where I should go How can I do? I have no idea Now I'm in a fog Random impulsive talking with no feet on the ground Feels like I am on the clouds Feels like my feet to stand were lost