Staring at the ceiling Tavana bakmak When I, I lay awake at nightI get upset, I wonder whyTry not to cryTry again, try again, but no replyTell myself: “write it down”“Ok, cry it out”‘Cause what is there left to talk aboutPhone a friend, then hang upBefore they pick it upI’m losing my mind tonight Ben, geceleri uyanık yattığımdaÜzülüyorum, nedenini merak