S.O.S.

You don't know struggle. You don't know sorrow. You don't know what it's like To have to watch somebody die. So don't pretend to act like you know me, And pick apart a mind you don't understand. The book is long, Descriptive and haunting. It's full of sentences you can't comprehend. You don't know struggle. You don't know sorrow. You don't know what it's like To watch somebody die. So don't pretend to act like you know me, And pick apart a mind you don't understand. The book is long, Descriptive and haunting. It's full of sentences you can't comprehend. So what's it like to have that comfort To know you'll always be covered, And to know someone will be there? I've never had that comfort Or enjoyed the luxuries of being covered. So night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night, I'll be staying up late. I'll be fighting off the shakes And puking out the window, Repressing things you can never know. I'll be staying up late. I'll be fighting off the shakes And puking out the window, Repressing things you can never know.