The Clock Seems to be going Slow..
In the Living room drenched with disappointment,
Depression and Failure.
Smell of Alcohol escapes my Lips.
  I Slip off my heels, Take another sip..of Red Wine..
Make-Up Smeared ..As I Look onto the Old Piano he played for me..
I Hear nothing but the ticking clock passing me by.
Miserable ..
I Didn't mean to harm you..
I didn't mean to self harm Me.
I didn't want you to see my Ugly side.
I tried to play perfect when I
Knew I Wasn't ..

When Will I Learn..


- Alex Medina Morales

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGLwF_1vfY4