It's 4 a.m. and she's staring at the ceiling
Thinking about time, how it lost its meaning
With eyes burning out and tears streaming down her face
She thinks about life, losing all her faith
Starting from her childhood, where everything was fine
When the skys were blue and the sun was in her eyes
With two loving parents, living in a house of gold
So what was the moment when everything turned cold?
Maybe at 13, when her dad started to drink
When her parents started fighting
And her thoughts began to sink.
Or maybe even earlier, being so naivè
When she helped everybody but no-one helped her
When she finally realised she was all alone
It's 4am and she's staring at the ceiling
Thinking about life, how it lost all meaning
With eyes burning out and tears streaming down her face
She thinks about the moment where all went to shit
Maybe when she started smoking, trying to forget
The heavy emptiness burning in her chest
When she started drinking, drowning away her thoughts
4 energy drinks, a coffee, along with alcohol
When all that was left of her was a zombie, a ghost
The mountain of ash left from the fire that once burned
With a flame so bright that consumed her everyday
With a smoke so dense, it left her out of air
When all she left behind was dying rose
A beautiful flower, once with petals made of gold
That was shattered by the wind and killed by the storm
It's 4 a.m and she's staring at the ceiling
Whispering to the dark, hoping someone's hearing
"We're the sons, we're the daughters, the generation of disorder
We're the victims of a war that will be sadly forgotten "
