Black coffee and a headache pill,
walk to work like an army drill.
Rain clouds the colour of life;
Trying each day to prove our worth,
like cheap products in some tv advert.
Black coffee and a computer screen,
View from the window like a dream,
Cigarette break a breath of air,
And if we killed ourselves,
who's going to care?
Black coffee and a razor blade,
See how the light within can fade?
Bath water the colour of blood,
Add a little paint to the world outside,
The world outside, as usual, lied.
© Ayla 2001