The sun is radiating on my pale skin,
I'm smoking a cigarette wondering if this is my last one,
The memory of all the pain is imprinted like old photographs,
I have bags under my eyes like they've never witnessed rest,
I have lips that match my blood,
The sun is radiating on my pale skin,
The voices haunt me they repeat your voice in my head,
The moon is controlling the ocean inside my brain,
I hope thing's start making sense for me.