Insomnia
Sleepless nights of summer, lying awake. Thoughts running wild, chasing tomorrow. And the never-ending paradox about it, that I wish tomorrow was there already, but in the end it will always have come too fast.
Sleepless nights of summer, lying awake. Thoughts running wild, chasing tomorrow. And the never-ending paradox about it, that I wish tomorrow was there already, but in the end it will always have come too fast.