Sometimes I ask the night
Would I still be terrified?
Would I still be scared?
When there’s nothing to live or die for
Every night those dreams, of deepest wishes
Fading away when you start to forget
Staring at my inner thoughts and memories
I just don’t want to remember what I had
I got these beautiful feelings
Surrounded by messages deep inside
Whisper them to the clouds of the early morning
Hoping their raindrops will deliver what I hide
And I keep on watching the clouds, white and grey
Remembering me of the time I spent with you.
White for your beauty, grey for my pain
Sweet angel, left me alone without any shame.
Thousands of messages,
I wanna show.
Written on bathroom mirrors,
On every window.
Guess they are just reflections of wasted hope,
Because no one will ever know.