Twenty-Ninth Of April - Plastik Joy

If you follow me

I'm sure I'll make you understand what's keeping me inside

I try to close my eyes

The thought come breaks in from my head

I can not sleep at night

If I run away

The past come chasing me again

It's eating me alive

I need to figure out

A way to put this into words

I have to get this out

I

Wish I could

Her headache

I need to find a way

To let it go

I need to find a way

To let it go