Tragic Juliette

Waking up at 2 pm
another morning lost in unconscious dreams
forgets to brush her teeth
and a cigarette to start the routine

Everyday just like the last one
sitting in bed, texting someone
that you will never know
that you won’t ever let in

I hope you could wake up someday
of your pretty little fairy tale,
And find out that maybe you were wrong
That life isn’t about how much or how long

Talking to your room mate
complying of the hard life you have
and her pain doesn’t matter
you can’t see beyond your own wall

Better friends, best lover, always rock and rolling
alcohol on night and fantasy stories
Missing letters and lost lovers
Pain is the sunshine of your mornings

But I know inside you are dying
I can see the sadness and loneliness in your eyes
hoping for someone to save you from yourself
I can feel the emptiness in your heart

I hope you could wake up someday
Of your pretty little fairy tale
And find out that maybe you were wrong
That life isn’t about how much or how long...