Way out of here

Black hair covering slightly one of her wide blue eye.

She is on her bed wondering how is she going to do it.

She cut out her own face of all pictures to let herself be forgotten, maybe it would be less painful for her Loved Ones.

She know that when she will arrive in the train track she will vanish. Hope no one will remember her name.

Her iPod on full volume trying to interrupt her own thought.

She don't want to think to much about it.

She will do it.

She want to get out of here.

She want a,

Way Out Of Here.