9.00 am

It will be a long day before tonight.
The neon lights seem stormy at the end.
My face’s so white, don’t feeling bad
And i can’t understand, why.
I’m seeing it as a depressive minor
Or couldn’t breathe the air and i d I try to tell me with my tear for hours:
The friend i need is there for me,
It’s lighter in the dark
Oh, my friend is not the same
But i will rescue her from me,
Yeah.