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.