if thats ok?

"Just call me back tomorrow....that's what you always say"
you know.... sometimes it rains in my head,
and I drown and I die a little onthe inside...

“Done, done…. Done! I can hit back tomorrow, thats what’s I always say”
I can hit back tomorrow, even do that’s not my name… its no longer up to me,
I want to believe…
And as I picture in mi mind images of some kind of kind hell (despite that I don’t believe in it)

I saw my deppest voice felt rough and rise up to the sky, and then… and then, nothing…

Just you, you were there, but not anymore, and I’m forced to pretend, to be in the road...

To slide in the water that comes out of my head and leads nowhere…

Lets just keep walking alone, this could be the end... should be...