Holow

I feel like in my bed, it’s a stormy night
With ideas drifting around my head
A spectrum in my room that I can’t touch I would like to approach him deeper
I’m not jaded we have all the night
No music in the atmosphere
Just a raindrop that breaks the silence
Fuck it I will change my mind

What a cold
I’m trying to hold my face
Wha what a cold night
Sleeping is so so hard
What a cold night
You might don’t understand
But trust me I like this mood

I get out of my bed to change my mind
I’m just polarise from a stranger
The floor in unfriendly, almost slippery Anyway it doesn’t matter
My fridge is my only source of light
I only can behold the insight of my consciousness
Fuck it I will change my mind

What a cold
I’m trying to hold my face
Wha what a cold night
Sleeping is so so hard
What a cold night
You might don’t understand
But trust me I like this mood