A frosted morning with a cloud to soak up the pain
I can’t bare the light again
I got my warning, the red light is meant for suffering
There is no way to make it green again.
Is there any way to make it out of here alive?
A distorted memory to tell about a better day
Where I can see my unborn child
A breeze takes the cloud away and I leave this hell
There will be no answer falling from the sky
It won’t go away
You can ask the question but you will always wonder why
It won’t lift the stain
See the better man drive around in his car
I’ll just wait here for the bus
Watching everyone around you reaching for the stars
They don’t thank you very much
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