Place - Bilmuri

Breathe, rip myself away from sleep

Stare at a hole through the ceiling

I trace all the valleys I have in my mind

Then repeat, I see different shape from all the lack of sleep

Just thinking what the hell is wrong with me?

Have I lost my mind?

Tear down my walls and be real again

When I look in your eyes, I can feel again

I couldn’t trust anyone, 'cause I’m too fucking cynical

Too many bruises on my chest

Too much weight and not enough progress

You run through my mind again

As you take all this weight off of my chest

You stitch up the wounds I thought would never close

Please don’t be the eye of the storm, eye of the storm

Tear down my walls and be real again

When I look in your eyes, I can feel again

Tear down my walls and be real again

With my hands in your hands, I can feel again

Not stuck in the cycle anymore

Please don’t be the eye of the storm

Not stuck in the frame I was before

Please don’t be the eye of the storm