I toss and turn within this bed
Phantom thoughts in a busy head
I tried to fly in my dreams
Woke up in a sweaty sea
I don't want anyone to ring my phone
even though I don't wanna be alone
I call it a home but what is it now?
Now that the heart of me cannot be found
I would cry myself to sleep if I had the tears
instead of laying here awake in my fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem