Why can't they see just how funny everything is
how every wisp and every move cause a laugh...

There's nothing more
left inside this little world...

All I have to do is to see
your face everyday...

I am quite certain that I am going mad
in this tight air-lock that is my home...

I can hear them
the doctors, messengers of death...

They said the day would never come
when the terrorists landed here...

Look in the sky
can you see it...

There once was a flower
petty and blue...

You used to turn the night into day
filling the streets with angels alike...

One day
you will get hurt...

I better get this right,before I get delesional
and everything starts to fall apart...

Your face comes to my mind
your beautiful face with your broken heart...