I'm at that part of the night
it all seems to make sense...

Got my poker face on
take a look to both sides...

You think you know
You hurt me so...

As "they" say
"one day everything will make sense&quot...

Anger develops
relaxing becomes a habit...

After its all left behind i see no parallel
not possible to continue...

I still wonder seeslesly
such a long break of silence between to points...

Iv been taking things deeper then ment for
its not my fault i am who i am...

This feeling is lost within itself
wish i could tell you but i cant...

I awake light cracks up above
pressure rising in my chest...

Feeling my days slipping
Loosing grip on my youth...

Inside of those cold grey eyes
is a broken girl...