Today I dyed my arm red
I drained myself of life
I sat under the stars
and took a gasping breath
Tomorrow I will wake
and repeat the same morning
I will never have the same morning
I will never see the roses red
The sun will stop shining when I wake
The grass will have no life
And at night when I can't breath
I will stare at the stars
He took aaway my stars
He took away my morning
I still feel his breath
I still see him, red
The night I lost my life
and the emptiness when I awake
But I never asked to wake
"I don't want to look at the stars"
I never did control my life
Only hours before morning
I saw the world in shades of red
That's how I spend my last breath
Was it also his last breath?
Does he see my face the moment he is awake?
My blood shining under the bright moon, red?
Have others sat under those stars?
and watch the night turn to morning?
In light of a newfound lifeless life
But it's all a secret life
A lonely last breath
A familiar different morning
Nobody comforts a dead girl awake
Nobody sees the same stars
and mine have turned rose red
He was wearing red when he took my life
I watched the stars with my last breath
but I'll still wake up tomorrow morning