Get Along

It's a dark day I wish I wasn't born It's a dark hour Think you should be alarm I don't see my self in this fucking mirror I'm ashamed and if I was being clearer I am dead I am missing Mama don't be sad when I die Mama don't be scared if I close my eyes I've been strong maybe not enough Or maybe just to much so my pieces broke I am young, perhaps just enough To say that from this life I stroke Nona I think I follow your head Nona I don't think I am dead So why does it look so? Why does it look so?