help!
im traped in a chair waiting to find my lost character,
climbing to your window to watch you closing your eyes,
helpless&shaking waiting for him to come,
will he?
choking of the leftovers of my ex-confidance,
listening to the drops of rain that not within the skies,
the last sunshine ill ever notice has dessapeard beneath the
clouds.


im tierd of colours, they're hurting my sight.