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.