| I woke up at 9:30 | |
| Thinking I had already missed | |
| The daylight | |
| But it won't be here for | |
| Another two hours. | |
| It doesn't matter | |
| I'll probably sleep through it anyway | |
| I drift through my days like a zombie | |
| Looking for reflections of her | |
| In the grayness of it all. | |
| The daylight only lasts for | |
| A couple of hours | |
| So I haven't seen any colors | |
| For a couple of weeks. | |
| It doesn't matter | |
| I've always been into bleakness | |
| Even my dreams are in black and white. | |
| But maybe that is just because so are | |
| The photos of her, | |
| The last evidence that she, | |
| Happiness really did exist. |