In the morning 

Between one and five,

I have never met 

A mind so alive

Creeking stars

And plain white walls,

She begins to fill

To the brim of it all

She grows a little numb,

And her heart beats faster,

Just lying there,

oh what a disaster

Tears rush down her face,

She taste and she taste 

A salty ocesan ocean of pain,

That has gone to waste

The passion and romance

Filled inside her head,

But for the other person

It is dead

Is it an illusion,

A state of mind,

Of who she thinks about

All the time?

Or is it truth she sees

In this silent room

Constantly thinking

That she is doomed?