Dear,
Cloudy days...
She's crying a river
Her face is a blur
She's dare's not to look in the mirror
she just might be her own killer.

A cold, sharp wave of nothing
Is her only something
Her life story is a mask
she hides her face,
because she knows her smile will never last
Her soul and mind live in the past
she wishes to rewrite her story,
Making it one that will last
But it's to late for that
Her life has past*...