A cup of tea
and a beautiful smile.
Don't come to me
if I disappear.
It's time to complain
about time,
about no more coffee
or tea,
about the fact
of doesn't see your face
each time I get up.
Don't come to me.
Don't come to me,
don't show up
each morning
like a raise of sun.
I'm completely lost.
Lost and afraid
of you.
Lost and afraid
of anything.
Anytime,
anywhere,
anything
is making me feel dead.
I will stop
saying
that tomorrow
things will be alright.
There's no tomorrow.
- or that's what I guess -
Because
you're a yesterday
you're a tomorrow
and you're a today.
You're not the window
in a room escape game.
You're my dead end.
And if you're the window,
it's to jump
and die.
