Текст песни Trip2mars - Flower Club

I think I'm gonna move to mars
I'll be on my way tomorrow
Pack my bags in empty sorrow
Find some money I can borrow

I'm leaving this place
I'm leaving at 8
I need to get away
This is my fate

Sick of fallin'
Sick of all this
Nights are sleepless
Thoughts are hopeless

I just want the same things I do for you
Just a hug or a kiss, console as I do
I need you right now, but you wont listen
Nor will anyone else that's why I'm spittin'
A new future that's what I'm wishin'
Hope I'll feel something different