The Hangover

In the dead of hangover
Floating weightless in air
Nothing crosses my unconscious mind
But your smile so pure and rare...

They kept asking me about myself
Tore apart my past and my lovely heart
Wish I could tell them I'm just dead
And its you the reason behind my damn breath

But don't know why
With agony and shy
I fear to reveal you
'Cause about my heart they know few...

And now that my senses come alive
My rational mind screens your scene
Between trance and reality
I find myself lonely n the world so mean . . .