Everything's still, staring at the open door,
I'm lying in my bed,
like if someone would come certainly and hold my hand,
Would tell to me put on makeup and take me out of my fears,
pour in the wine of happiness in my glass and say cheers,
peace, keeping a nice background, telling me to try on a gown,
putting my hand on his chest, i can feel the beats say, have a crown,
wiping my tears off, lighting up my hell darkened life,
while I was cutting my own skin, told me to throw that knife,
lil' Crazier than me, no champagnes rather coffee,
feels like he's unlocking me, like i got the only key,
Now i again feel my pillow, realise life's still a willow,
so I'd take my eyes off, decide i'd rather look below!

© Popsicle