S.O.S.

You don't know struggle

And you don't know sorrow

And 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 what you don't understand

The book is long, descriptive and haunting

It's full of sentences you can't comprehend

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 what you don't understand

The book is long, descriptive and haunting

It's full of sentences you can't comprehend

Comprehend

Comprehend

Comprehend, oh

So what's it like to have that comfort

To know you'll always be covered

To know someone will be there?

Well I've never had that comfort

Or the luxuries of being covered

So night after night, after night, after night

After night, after night, after night

I'll be staying up late

Fighting off the shakes

Puking out the window

Repressing things you can never know

I'll be staying up late

Fighting off the shakes

Puking out the window

Repressing things you can never know

Things you can never know

Things you can never know

Things you can never know