Letras:Goot. Demos. Finess.

So I close my eyes and try to find an explination why. Come what will, I just can't feel on any certain day. And every second of our miserable lives is just another reason I should find a better place to hide. I lie awake, I'm thinking of another word you said. I just can't sleep, I just can't sleep with all the words inside (of me)