S.O.S.

Yeah, you don't know struggle
Yeah, 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
And full of sentences you can't comprehend, comprehend, comprehend, comprehend, no
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
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
Puking out the window
Repressing things you can never know
I'll be staying up late
Fighting off the shakes
Puking out the window
Repressing things you can never know
Things you can never know
Things you can never know
Things you can never know