I'm lost without you...I can't sleep at night. I stare at my phone... I'm all alone. Coffee tastes like ****...it's just like my heart... all bitter and black. it's just after two and I can't stop thinking about you...I wish I only knew...if I could love myself the way I love you.  There's no reason for all this existence, there's no magic... There's no fairytales... Is the universe even real? This pain feels like it's real.

Time... the gift that keeps on giving but you can never take it back. Young heart foolishly passing time always seems like money well spent. these old eyes look back and realise it's an investment missed. Wasted opportunity...an opportunity of a lifetime. Take me back I wasn't ready, give me one more chance! I don't want to die... I don't want to fade away into nothingness... I missed the boat I'm treading water... I'm being Hung out to dry... And it's all my fault.

I've got a six-shooter to be more specific a six pack of Heineken. Days almost over , in the distance there's some buildings holding up the sun. People pushing tin and rubber , the roads are a frenzy . There's   a race to get home and put something made inside a factory  in to the oven. Night shift workers are like magicians the way they turn morning in to night, working so late makes it easier to slack right? Buildings suffer from insomnia and all the people never sleep... public transports still *****, everything is always late. Traffic wardens are on the prowl as they take down your number plate. Its always good to sit back and watch the city operate.

Has anybody seen sweet Natalie? Last time I saw her I was wondering the hills, that's when she asked me 'how come you never tried to kiss me?' so I kissed her then, I could of done it again and again, I would of had I known  that was the end. Never, ever would I see my **** little friend. **** I really miss her... long silky, brown hair. A face carved by an angel a body carved by artist, you couldn't help but just stare.

There's no pill in the world that can ease the pain of all the stupid things he does. The sound track of his life is just a single song played endlessly on repeat. There's never a lesson ever taught or learnt, just stupidity, eat... sleep... stupid... repeat. Happy-go lucky he's the type of guy that wears suede shoes when it rains. Depression can be like a black and white movie where he's the only one acting... worthy of an Oscar ,much like the golden gong he stands all alone. Lonely  and tired, there is no hope... counting crows + alcohol = self medicate. It's like you don't like being happy, it's like you love being sad.

I feel so alone... my soul feels dark just like this cup of coffee in front of me. I guess the coffee is alone too... well at least we both have company . I just don't want live inside of me... I'm scared of dying, I'm also scared of living. In built a prison deep inside of me. I can't break free... someone please help me. These days come by and nothing is getting any easy.

Has anybody seen the way the sun hits the sky? It's like the end of a scene from a movie screen. Inbetween a tiesto dream,searching for sugarman, we are searching for sunrise... when things are dark... the reflection of the moon can bring light in your eyes. Through the tunnel, there's a hole from a pin... just walk towards the light which restores peace from with in... let it in...drink it in like the gift of jericho, belive in yourself and the things that you know.