I sit here on this chair
the clock is quickly ticking by...

Good morning mirror
how are you...

Trying so hard just to clear my head
trying so hard to forget what i dread...

Feeling so alone
No one can help me now...

Can't breath
Can't think...

I am sick of all the jokes
I am sick of all the pointing...

Amidst the distant smiling lips,
Hides a secret that the wind could kiss...

My world
my future...

Left out of everything thats been alone
told to stay at home...

Every single morning
When I get out of bed...

Perhaps its just me
But I thought you said ' forever...

I've stopped breathing
mission success...