you wake up from someone humming a song you stand up I only to see Alice angel writing something on the wallalice angel:she turns aroundwhy are you here You;I was invited by an old friend…and now I can’t leave Alice angel:then you know more then we do,one minute we don’t even exist..just,thoughts…then the next minute, this place You:are you gonna let get out of here Alice angel;don’t here strangers aren’t good things how can we trust you, we don’t know what you are