Heavy sky is getting darker
People are upset
I am going through the park and
Talking to myself
Trolley takes me to the places
I don't want to be
Everything that I embrace is
Slowly killing me
Clocks are ticking, I'm not healing
Lying that I'm fine
I can't get rid ot the feeling
Next stop may be mine
There is no point in beeing sober
Bad for staying sane
Is it me? Or just October
Memories and pain