Sep 2018
Its 2:23 AM
Sleep wont find me
Comfort will not find me
Loss has become an extra arm
that's grown from my heart
To punch my soul
Looking up to the night sky
I keep asking why
Sleep wont find me
Comfort will not find me
Loss has become an extra arm
that's grown from my heart
To punch my soul
Looking up to the night sky
I keep asking why
