S.O.S.

You don't know struggle.

You don't know sorrow.

You don't know what its like

to have to watch somebody die.

So don't pretend to act like you know me,

and pick apart a mind you don't understand.

The book is long,

descriptive and haunting.

It's full of sentences you can't comprehend.

You don't know struggle.

You don't know sorrow.

You don't know what its like

to watch somebody die.

So don't pretend to act like you know me,

and pick apart a mind you don't understand.

The book is long,

descriptive and haunting.

It's full of sentences you can't comprehend.

So what's it like to have that comfort

to know you'll always be covered,

and to know someone will be there?

I've never had that comfort

or enjoyed the luxuries of being covered.

So night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night,

I'll be staying up late.

I'll be fighting off the shakes

and puking out the window,

repressing things you can never know.

I'll be staying up late.

I'll be fighting off the shakes

and puking out the window,

repressing things you can never know.