I can’t even begin to count,
How many sleepless nights
Where I’ve hoped tomorrow wouldn’t come.
As I lay, breaking, breaking
To my own reflection.
Just to wake again the next day,
And feel the sun against my skin.
I can’t even begin to count,
How many sleepless nights
Where I’ve hoped tomorrow wouldn’t come.
As I lay, breaking, breaking
To my own reflection.
Just to wake again the next day,
And feel the sun against my skin.