Soon.

The sun's so bright,
But it doesn't feel so right.
The end's maybe here,
I'm screaming but there's no one to hear.

It's okay to feel alone.
It's okay to be lost.
Feels like loosing your favourite top,
Even before wearing it once.

How bad it could be in the end?
What's the use of calling these people, "friends"?
They don't even deserve to have you,
With or without them, the night's still going to turn blue.

You don't care. That's what you're going to show them anyway.
No, not again. You're not going to ask them to stay.
It's going to be okay soon,
The storm's going to be over. And then we'll have monsoon.