suicide and drugs didn't mix well
with coffee at night.
I touches the border of death
but watching the sun rise
I made out well while I cried
but the decented lies
ate my up inside.
Trust was the worst
from the ashes on the grave
baby I died
and I dont live the same
My eyes are pure
dreams aren't for believes
Im not a dreamer
just a simple smile
suicide and drugs
didn't mix as well as i thought
so the next morning I relived
with precious endings
and no pretend.
