The sky turns grey,
i look away...

I didn't even know that i would wake up today.
My life flashed before my very eyes...

I wonder who she is,
that girl you think about...

My voice is a poison,
people drop one by one...

I sit in the chair with my head down,
making sure my face is not shown...

Over time,
these picutes will fade...

To Whom it May Concern,
Love is not a promise...

Maybe if i tried
today...

They look at me as a joke,
well maybe I am...

Slow inside,
tension's let out...

The lips of morphine,
and eyes of suicide...

You look at a face that reveals bruises,
from fake smiles that she always uses...