Theres a dead man in my window. I see him all the time. Theres a dead man in my window, he wheres a shirt like mine. theres a dead man in my window, he is covered in mud. Theres a dead man in my window, he talks about the blood. Theres a dead man in my window, he tells me to flee. Theres a dead man in my window, and i think hes me.

I wake up today only to find myself longing for tommorrow. I fool myself, thinking that tomorrow is going to be different. I know inside that today was yesterdays tomorrow and, tommorrow will not be better. Tommorrow is always the same. I want so much for tommorrow do be different, but tommorrow was today.

The voices in my head get louder. I try to drown them with music but, they scream now. They tell me to leave. They tell me to go.
I feel like im already gone but, yet they yell louder and louder.