One more night, restlessly awake.
one more night, with the cigarette between my fingers, staring at an empty page.

the house is at sleep, there´s not a single sound
but still I hear the thoughts as loud as screams, haunting my mind.

Its just another night.

one more night with words longing to be shout.
words that I´ve always been forced to block out.

The thoughts are getting louder about a story that´s yet untold
but the scars is still to deep and the emotions yet uncontrolled.

how can you tell a story that no one would understand.
how can you explain the restlessly feeling inside that you are damned.

Its just one more night, with thoughts screaming out loud.
its just another story ,left somewhere in the clouds of doubt

Its just...one more night.