
When I wake up in the morning The first thought that comes to mind is your face Covered with a fabricated smie Taunting me, leaving me to mourn To mourn over everything that never had a chance to take place Yet you miss the things that never happened Ironically , was it not you Was it not you who said it should cease And it's you who became the hypocrite Constantly coming back Constantly giving false hope Constantly making these useless feeling grow Your planting seeds Watering them Waiting for them to bloom For an unjust future Nobody knows Nobody knows what's goes on in your mind But the sad part is Repeatedly everyday When i wake up in the morning The first thought that comes to mind is your faceAll Rights Reserved