Insomnia!
Insomnia!
In free time when the mind turns
The pages of the book of past
Only a few names come up again and again
A knot that never opens
The needle of the mind stucks somewhere
Some loves and some
Hateful love affairs
The more hate there is
The deeper is the connection
To perish again and again in love
I don't know what to call it
But will the time of conflict ever end
This world will ever change
And I will also move on
But the roads are closed
