Drowning in a perpetual fog
What is this torpor that drains me?
I'm terrified of what the future holds
As I cannot control it
And I've done so many, many things that I regret
That I don't think I will ever sleep again
What is this torpor that drains me?
I'm terrified of what the future holds
As I cannot control it
And I've done so many, many things that I regret
That I don't think I will ever sleep again