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