9.00 AM in a sad elevator It will be a long day before tonight The neon lights seem stormy at the end My face so white, don't feeling bad and I can't understand Why
I'm seeing it as a depressive minor Or couldn't breathe the air and on the ground I try to tell me with my tearful voice The friend I need is there for me, it's lighter in the dark Oh, my friend is not the same But I will rescue her From me.