Detta börjar bara kännas drygt :l

Det enda som håller mig uppe är mitt fina rum.. typ..

Don’t you lay on your bed and cry,

I haven’t stopped, even though I tried.

 I am the dreams you dream at night.

I am the thoughts you think and write.

I am the wind that is blowing through.

I am the emptiness left in you. 

When you go to sleep with all your regrets,

I am still the one who threats

Your heart with love I can not give.

I am the darkness where you live. 

Don’t you lay on your bed and die,

I haven’t stopped, I also cry!